This is a song about "Fighting our own war"

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

He told me he plays pretend for our own sake

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

People are people so let’s just mind our own

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

Looking for them better days

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

And we'll pass your fucking tests and then write our own

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Fighting a war that we'd never ever question

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see