This is a song about "Georgia economy after civil war"

The holy war, the spiritual troops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Never did we think we'd have this weak of an economy,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

But i defend the civil liberties

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

That's why i talk of civil rights, our freedom, and rebellion,

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

The shit that i spit is more

Will i ever win the war

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Money is worst than a war