This is a song about "Henry war"

Columbus, holla at ya boy

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

Money is worst than a war

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Not one j got a pair or more

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

You rap as if you've been through a war

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

No commentary my man, i come out swinging

Declared a beef war, got everybody spitting

Will i ever win the war

What is hittin' for

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape