This is a song about "Trenches"

Im in the trenches getting dirty with the wordy

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

I done made sacrifices for solutions now i feel alone in the trenches

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

The means of artillery spotting and photography of the opposing trenches.

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Ending these verses all muddy like vimy's trenches

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks