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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

They grow up in cycles of poverty and violence,

This dick of war, and i will not hesitate

Now a nigga got baking to bake

Trying to maintain in this war

Not relying on the light no more

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Nothing's given in this world, you gotta go and take it

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

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

I started this war and im gonna finish it

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit