This is a song about "Reveloutionary war"

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Come and get us you prepare for war,

And slid back north of course to pen more

It's like my life is a war,

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Or something that you paid for

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Money is worst than a war

You ain't gotta worry no more

So tell me why are we at war.

Up in my new two door

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Get up man, it's time for war