This is a song about "Revolutionary war naval battles"

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Constant battles of fools

And i don't run counters no more

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Trying to maintain in this war

Summer time, different shore

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Im a visionary ya shit counter revolutionary

Up in my new two door

Always felt like a six day war

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Friendly battles and instrumentally attacks

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Well there goes your angel's face, got semen like a naval base,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways