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

Not one j got a pair or more

Your only in fight with your damn war

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

But its time to let the renaissance go,

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Push comes to shove now this ain't for play, want a war, i'm the killing plague

Trying to maintain in this war

Some old bitch that we did before

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

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