This is a song about "Street war"

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Including fox hill and 27th street

Some old bitch that we did before

Come and get us you prepare for war,

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

So tell me why are we at war.

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

On a horse i ride into war

More money that mean less sleep

Yea we hard on the street

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war