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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

The holy war, the spiritual troops

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

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

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Trying to maintain in this war