This is a song about "1812 war of britain"

That's why you'll find her on the floor

The world is already full of war

So tell me why are we at war.

No ho, acquainted with the floor

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

It'll sound like the acronym for prisoner of war (pow)

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

The final war of the whack and sick

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

I got soul, there's more in store

Money is worst than a war

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

We musically grow unto the world like a fungus