This is a song about "Syria civil war"

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

I fuck you up so much, i violate your civil liberties.

The world is already full of war

And there's little to be glad for

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

So tell me why are we at war.

Some old bitch that we did before

Too dumb war comes with plight

Which you know i'm different, right

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Always felt like a six day war

Imma have you on lockdown fuck your civil rights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

On a horse i ride into war

Up in my new two door