This is a song about "God and war"

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.

Been through every war zone, and collected every medal,

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

But shawty know i'm a rapper

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Come and get us you prepare for war,

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

This dick of war, and i will not hesitate

Lets take war to the scum and pray the day were winning,

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Who believe in god and sin.

My war and my weapon is all i have

Your life is a product of trash