This is a song about "Army and war"

My war and my weapon is all i have

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

And i ain't frontin for her

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

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

You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war