This is a song about "Desert war"

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

And i don't run counters no more

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

You know i wont desert you, we stick to each others side,

Will i ever win the war

Up in my new two door

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Come and get us you prepare for war,

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore