This is a song about "Street wars"

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,

Huh, a metaphor of course

Towers over and defends wars

End all these waged unwinnable wars and,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

The presidents is getting honours, for unreasoned wars

Were trying to put an end to these cold wars

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

I'm formin holy wars around me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby