This is a song about "Gears of war"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

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

Money is worst than a war

Ima go until my arm's sore

The final war of the whack and sick

On trial for possession of some chronic

Several bank accounts i'm grinding like them metal gears

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

The world is already full of war

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war