This is a song about "Street war"

She leave her hair on the floor

Your only in fight with your damn war

They fiend in the door

It's like my life is a war,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Leave you severed across the street

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Not relying on the light no more

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

So tell me why are we at war.

While i’m walking down the street

From the back seat, back seat

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war