This is a song about "Separation and war"

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

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

My war and my weapon is all i have

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Like the olympics these youngins just won another metal

Been through every war zone, and collected every medal,

The final war of the whack and sick

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

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

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

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

And it's time to make u stand out (separation)