This is a song about "Fighting our own war"

I don’t really mess with the feds, i’m a militant

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

Selling us our own chains. confuse our wants with our needs,

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

We're the hypocrites of our own blasphemy.

Like "don't let 'em 'round our women" cuz we own women like things

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Fighting a war that we'd never ever question

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

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,