This is a song about "Henry war"

And i don't run counters no more

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

You rap as if you've been through a war

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

Declared a beef war, got everybody spitting

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Get up man, it's time for war

They fiend in the door

Need i say more out in singapore

Trying to maintain in this war