This is a song about "Closer to war"

Self designated wicked critical closer

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Your bars are doing war till as they spin too far but as they came closer to me

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

I want more war, not for, violence to cease,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

But every day im still closer to ending

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

She's loosing her grasp, breath, gettin closer to her death,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress