This is a song about "Star wars the clone wars"

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Killers walk free, countries having civil wars,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

The companies get rich, and we start the wars purposefully,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Fourscore and four wars ago

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

I don't wanna damage you

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Like 40 scores of foreign wars i bring the bombs

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops