This is a song about "Separation and war"

I started this war and im gonna finish it

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

War and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes/

The final war of the whack and sick

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

And it's time to make a real native separation from the fake friends

Cause i'll be honest: i ain't tryna be a victim of the projects

Yeah, right, get over here faster

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

At the war, i set blitzkrieg and your under a deep sleep

And if this is a battle i already know i won the war

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for