This is a song about "Hundred years war"

The deepest of your feelings

Dear me, in about ten years

This for my niggas that really rap hard

Stockyard bards, a hundred thirty two years charred

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Always felt like a six day war

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

600 benz, house six hundred grand

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

So tell me why are we at war.

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Even if it took me years

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

Trying to maintain in this war

Money is worst than a war

As soon as i walk in the door