This is a song about "Declare"

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

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

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

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

I accept my limitations and declare i shall dissolve them

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass