This is a song about "Henry carter war"

You a beef starter, suck like dwayne carter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

And slid back north of course to pen more

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

So tell me why are we at war.

Summer time, different shore

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

I ain't happy with the score

Always felt like a six day war

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

No, jesus christ and shawn carter are my only rivals

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

The holy war, the spiritual troops