This is a song about "French and indian war"

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

My war and my weapon is all i have

Rub titties in his face and laugh

On the slow jam of love

War between poorness and richness

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

And if this is a battle i already know i won the war

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

And i'll come back when the war begins to release sins

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

The final war of the whack and sick

All you wanna do is get that stick