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

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

And if this is a battle i already know i won the war

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

Hotter than all black in mexico, flow colder than the war with ru and us, so

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer