This is a song about "Gears of war"

Never no more will you see me, this is the endcause now i know you've been cheatin, i'm a sucka for love

And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments

The final war of the whack and sick

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

It'll sound like the acronym for prisoner of war (pow)

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

We musically grow unto the world like a fungus

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

Since i've contemplated in effort to spin the gears

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Or something that you paid for

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,