This is a song about "Looking galss wars"

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

Towers over and defends wars

So i went down south but i ended up north

I'm formin holy wars around me

Could i make you my baby

I'm tired of rap wars it's time for some stories

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

I'll be your savior from all the wars/

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,