This is a song about "No mans land world war"

If there were no explosives in the world, it would create

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

And the world around me's a different /place no morals disgrace/*

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

World world war 3 bout to be known

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

Then rap away as if there is no care in the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

Cross the land deliver messages of love no embargo

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

If there were no explosives in the world, it would create