This is a song about "Conflict war"

She leave her hair on the floor

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Fuck a toast, i'm dead i suppose, main conflict diseases

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Cause terror's scary conflict stirred

Too focused, one word

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

The quran's the core of foreign conflict,

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Come and get us you prepare for war,

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Declared a beef war, got everybody spitting

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring