This is a song about "The civil war of sudan"

But i defend the civil liberties

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

The final war of the whack and sick

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her