This is a song about "Post war debt"

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

He started to sing and then post it online

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Watch each others backs and guard your command post

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Post cards and my letters

Talking about the god you serve

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Im the lyrical hangman this post the rope

I lost track, debt i haven't paid

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Will i ever win the war

I ain't happy with the score

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

Get giving till you go into debt