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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

This song is an atomic bomb and i'm holding rap hostage

Material girls can't call you, cause you deserve all from the honor

Write like you got an imprimatur, every song a revolver

I'll remix an em song and pop x like m and ms

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Such an old song but i love this beat

And bijies like im out and

Guest spot on american bandstand