This is a song about "A war in the desert"

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

Jesus, it's been ten month's since he died in the war

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Stuck on a desert road deserted and famished

At the war, i set blitzkrieg and your under a deep sleep

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

Trying to maintain in this war

Keep coming back for more

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

And if this is a battle i already know i won the war

Ima go until my arm's sore

Money is worst than a war