This is a song about "An american pro war song"

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

A pro with the prose, what a concept

Carol city or was it the west

And i don't run counters no more

Trying to maintain in this war

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Who knew you in the same song n wrong division, king christ is risen, in an innate state of fission

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Rap's a war on the street - daffy daily turned me an amputee

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class