This is a song about "Love and war"

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

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

Who cares about hearts and love

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

My mind's all swirled and i feel like i'm at war

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

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

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

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

My war and my weapon is all i have