This is a song about "The civil war"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

But i defend the civil liberties

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

They go major, the flow is no longer

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

You go to war for the keys, wanna get off this leash.

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Go to war with the mormons, take a bath with the catholics