This is a song about "Declare"

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.

And shove my rhymes up your ass and declare you a fraud.

It's ill-advised giving hours to another broad

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

When i declare invasion, there ain't no time to be stare and gazing

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

I accept my limitations and declare i shall dissolve them