This is a song about "Pre civil war"

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

But yo still held back in the pre-school, so your crappin nursery rhymes

See i dont need a rap thats pre

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Come and get us you prepare for war,

We were just two teenagers picking out pre majors

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I've been spitting bars ever since i was a pre teen

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Will i ever win the war