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

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

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

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

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Will i ever win the war

The battles over but the war has just begun, enters other souls and he feasts

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

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

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

This is what the american government has urged,