This is a song about "Great war"

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Controling my steamknowing my team to deserve more

Money is worst than a war

You ain't gotta worry no more

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Too bad i'm pretty great,

At an extremly alarming rate

So hopefully i would become great

It's like my life is a war,

She leave her hair on the floor

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And i don't run counters no more

The world is already full of war

And ejaculate, it feels great

She self made, i'm self made