This is a song about "The french and indian war"

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

The world is already full of war

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

I fucked my whore than stabbed her in the heart, like im an indian from indiana jones,

N we gone keep this shit row these niggas know how i go i do this shit for my folks

And there's little to be glad for

Come and get us you prepare for war,

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

The only time i flirt with her