This is a song about "Peace war school work"

The concept is so absurd

Puttin in work, to much work,

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I work hard, nigga put in work

And you'll leave in one peace

But in the meantime it's lights please

Nothing else matters, as long as i have the answers. come down on the game heavy as a sledge hammer.

War is not peace it never ever was now were are learning all the wars like the scores really matter

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

I don't think it will work out, school just ain't my thing for the price

Yeah i tell ya that’s peace

Is it this black mercedes

Trying to maintain in this war

And slid back north of course to pen more