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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Ain't no suppressing the message we're going to war

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

The holy war, the spiritual troops

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Hotter than all black in mexico, flow colder than the war with ru and us, so

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

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