This is a song about "Angel of war"

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

Look it something they can't ever see

The final war of the whack and sick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Ima go until my arm's sore

The world is already full of war

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

Would i stay with her, or separate or move along now

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

A perfect angel-a, matter of fact that's what her name is.

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change