This is a song about "At war"

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Money is worst than a war

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Get up man, it's time for war

Im seated by the floor

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

At the war, i set blitzkrieg and your under a deep sleep

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

On a horse i ride into war

Up in my new two door

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for