This is a song about "Skeleton wars"

The presidents is getting honours, for unreasoned wars

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I just want another, wars inside i discover, full of clutter,

I'll be your savior from all the wars/

And of course, my car's off course

Claiming ourself more now fit wars

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

You bitches wanna start shit? i'm out this world like clone wars,

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

And y’all responsible for many, many battles and wars,

Fool, a shrink could see right through your skeleton/

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb