This is a song about "Syrian war"

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

You rap as if you've been through a war

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Too dumb war comes with plight

Nerds who claim war with me?

Walk that body, talk that body

Always felt like a six day war

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

I got soul, there's more in store

It's like my life is a war,

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

I pipe in and one night her