This is a song about "Blood for oil in the war"

War and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes/

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

The oil-like solution dropped in solitary, so my right ear felt, very heavy

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

You go to war for the keys, wanna get off this leash.

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Steal from the rich, snake oil to deceive

My criteria ain't even that serious

My knife is there weakness i lick the blood for sweetness

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Running further for the.. fucking door, its nothing more then a ruggered war

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter