This is a song about "Isreal and arbs"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And stop playing hide and seek,

This how i hear it different

And remember what i said and

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

This is something different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Flyer than the rest of them

And get it again and again