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

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Trying to maintain in this war

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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

Rap's a war on the street - daffy daily turned me an amputee

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus