This is a song about "Henry carter war"

One is mr carter and another is rap god...

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Not relying on the light no more

Get up man, it's time for war

Summer time, different shore

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Always felt like a six day war

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

The holy war, the spiritual troops

I go harder than a carter

Poke out from behind her