This is a song about "Killing and goin to war"

Push comes to shove now this ain't for play, want a war, i'm the killing plague

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

And we'll keep goin' back to kool herc, turntables and mic

I am like what happens when our guard be on his job more

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

Snooping around and killing

Let my angel sing

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Im never goin to juve,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

And i'll come back when the war begins to release sins

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer