This is a song about "The cold war"

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

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I mean of course just the same old

Hand to hand in the cold

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Where the floor boards are so cold,

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war