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

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

But he's not civil, atb'll make your girls ass jiggle

They just need convincing like malcolm little

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

I want to hit the beach, she wants the spanish civil war museum

Ima go until my arm's sore

Will i ever win the war

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me