This is a song about "Poverty and war in this world"

For the outlawz, here we come

People in this world be hatten

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Talk money when you're in poverty, you grip and fiend,

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

And if this is a battle i already know i won the war

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

I started this war and im gonna finish it

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

And be another victim in this cold world

In this world we walk hot, stand atop,

Lets talk about the cars y'all got