This is a song about "Holy wars"

Fourscore and four wars ago

And she gives them a blow

Every word i spit is holy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And y’all responsible for many, many battles and wars,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Razor grips, laser spit

Give me it holy shit

End all these waged unwinnable wars and,

She can only live for the moment

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels