This is a song about "Battles in the mexican american war"

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Up in my new two door

Trying to maintain in this war

Hate to break this to you but this is nothing like the american dream

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

To beat me bring a black guy in a mexican wrestling mask

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

As soon as i walk in the door

Will i ever win the war

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream