This is a song about "Race war"

And i just love your flashy ways

It feels like a big race,

Your only in fight with your damn war

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

I got something you've been waiting for

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

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Then the world ain't no trick no more

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

So tell me why are we at war.

Ima go until my arm's sore

I got soul, there's more in store

Trying to maintain in this war

Can't stop so do you want to race,

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face