This is a song about "Trench warfare ditch"

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

No good without a blade and no good outside a ditch

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Either way i'm burying your body in a ditch.

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

And after those dreams they'll ditch, they'll go back to nothing big,

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Throw your body in a ditch

Modify your quota bitch

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Or we kill yo ass and throw you down in a ditch.

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell