This is a song about "Desert war"

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

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

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

And slid back north of course to pen more

Your only in fight with your damn war

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Will i ever win the war

Lower than my credit score

Up in my new two door

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Stuck on a desert road deserted and famished

Ima go until my arm's sore

Trying to maintain in this war