This is a song about "Trenches"

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Deep in the regions where trenches are reasons

Ending these verses all muddy like vimy's trenches

Mr. absoulute the most incredible at this

Im in the trenches getting dirty with the wordy

Picture me inside the misery of poverty

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

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