This is a song about "Street war"

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Of impactful things one can ask for

It's like my life is a war,

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

And i don't run counters no more

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Including fox hill and 27th street

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

More money that mean less sleep

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Come and get us you prepare for war,

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more