This is a song about "Soldiers and war"

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

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

And so the soldiers, gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,

This dick of war, and i will not hesitate

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

Come and get us you prepare for war,

The shit that i spit is more