This is a song about "Georgia economony after the civil war"

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Will i ever win the war

After the fire, comes the rain

Im courtside, wizard game

Start a war, genocide, but we're the parasite

Plus my kicks are nik', this what the bitches like

Hear the thunderclap after

Huh, i can't interpret her

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

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

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

I grew up in florida,but from the m.i.a all the way georgia we on the same shit

Start a war, genocide, but we're the parasite

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight