This is a song about "Evils of war"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

And there's little to be glad for

Money is worst than a war

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

The final war of the whack and sick

It'll sound like the acronym for prisoner of war (pow)

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Will i ever win the war

Who did it before

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store