This is a song about "Renaissance war in the 17 hundreds"

My flow thunders in seas of war- i belong up in mt. olympus

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

But its time to let the renaissance go,

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Whether im in rap war or a skirmish, ill be the one who reemerges screaming victory

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

Jesus, it's been ten month's since he died in the war

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

I want to hit the beach, she wants the spanish civil war museum