This is a song about "Bench war"

Always felt like a six day war

Keep coming back for more

He had is tolls on the bench, a paper and pen.

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Another day as i step out the door

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

I'm making moves, check my french

Be the little kid crying on the bench

Too dumb war comes with plight

Look, now roll my j tight

Of impactful things one can ask for

Will i ever win the war