This is a song about "The cold war"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Rap's a war on the street - daffy daily turned me an amputee

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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

The final war of the whack and sick

Ambition is still very big

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats