This is a song about "Game of war"

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

Declaration of war, lets get competitive if you think to me you're on par.

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

The final war of the whack and sick

Fucking the shit out of this game

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, i'll kill y'all till noon

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Hated, played, ashamed, fading away of this game.

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

A lot of fools puttin' salt in the game

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree