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

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

A battle ain't shit without the war it's just two lyricists

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

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

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Dive in war armed to the teeth with bars only

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

The final war of the whack and sick

Killing these niggas off quick