This is a song about "Mohamed war same"

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Too dumb war comes with plight

But there's nothing else inside

The holy war, the spiritual troops

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

I got something you've been waiting for

Come and get us you prepare for war,

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

I ain't happy with the score

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Wage war with me you will face defeat

Me and my peeps often meet