This is a song about "Leaving mom fo a country war"

Your mom blows, she's a hoe

In the club like fuck it, though

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Always felt like a six day war

From a third world country to a star in the booth

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Of impactful things one can ask for

On a horse i ride into war

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

A country preachin' ideals of all breeds of people bein' equal

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Declared a beef war, got everybody spitting