This is a song about "Fighting our own war"

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

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

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

We like to stay in our own holy huddles, just putting the rest of the world in

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

We be dreamers just tryin at our own missions

Mabe you should hide dig our own grave,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence