This is a song about "Trench warfare bad"

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Gay basher cuz i smash ''fags'' thats bad

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

This shit is a different type of warfare

Like heisenberg, now we're breaking bad,

Snapple fact: you rather wack

That's why it sucks so bad

Or let the mob handle that

I used my rhymes for bad

Can’t you hear that

I find it kind of unfair that my niggas still in warfare

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell