This is a song about "Henry carter war"

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

And i don't run counters no more

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Your only in fight with your damn war

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

With presidential kush, my sticky on some jimmy carter shit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

And weezy's gonna drop tha carter 5, we alright, thug cry,

No, jesus christ and shawn carter are my only rivals

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love