This is a song about "Trench warfare ditch"

This shit is a different type of warfare

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

To ditch my car,crash it into a psychological hospital/

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Maybe i should ditch my hometown and friends

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Read the shit that he writes, multi rap killer dirty warfare drug problems

Rack, rack city shit

They told me just to ditch it

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

So i had no problem when i left em in a ditch

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Maybe i should ditch my hometown and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments