This is a song about "Gang wars and bitches"

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,

Knees dug deep into the pavement

End all these waged unwinnable wars and,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

The companies get rich, and we start the wars purposefully,

Claiming ourself more now fit wars

And of course, my car's off course

Wars all the way, every day people suffering from food and water dearth,

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

I creep and i crawl your gang i buck 'em all 'til they fall

Wars against jews, muslims, atheists, and protestants

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Or let the mob handle that

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!