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

Your only in fight with your damn war

Turn it up a little more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

And slid back north of course to pen more

Trying to maintain in this war