This is a song about "Basket ball wars"

I'm formin holy wars around me

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Stork your head in a basket,

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Put lotion in the basket and then rip em apart

Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

Claiming ourself more now fit wars

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

End all these waged unwinnable wars and,

But got comma’s in my statement