This is a song about "Advanced warfare"

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

Come equipped for warfare, digest the pain,

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

Almost got us caught up in gang fuckin warfare,

Confusion fills like listening to a school teacher advanced

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

It's a fact, i'm advanced, leave you down and collapsed

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

This shit is a different type of warfare

No medal here, i'm well aware

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

His ass, get this straight: it's a fact, he too advanced

Cause my spit is so advanced

Dc, wale - nice ball cap