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

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

The shit that i spit is more

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

That's why i shed light on the dark i come form

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

I want to hit the beach, she wants the spanish civil war museum

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free