This is a song about "Gears of war"

Trying to maintain in this war

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

My flow thunders in seas of war- i belong up in mt. olympus

In the corner just laying by the store selling beers

They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears

This dick of war, and i will not hesitate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

And there's little to be glad for

The world is already full of war

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

Mechanical energy is lots of gears

So i guess that's where i hide my things