This is a song about "French and indian war"

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

I wanna be just like em, rebel but im indian

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

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

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

My mind's all swirled and i feel like i'm at war

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I started this war and im gonna finish it

At the war, i set blitzkrieg and your under a deep sleep

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

The final war of the whack and sick