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

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

The holy war, the spiritual troops

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

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

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

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

I'm a killa bomb call me c4, i stay shooting bars i don't reload, i try ta lay low, keep away from

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

Shit be happening for a reason, everything is everything

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

We've condemned them, locked. in a cell of consumerism,the american dream.

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