This is a song about "The economic consequences of the civil war in the south"

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

Jesus, it's been ten month's since he died in the war

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

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

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

I was born in the underground of the south side

Have you ever heard of the motherfucking civil rights,

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

Or reach the nunz bitch cuzz we in the south

Secrets r hidden within the clouds