This is a song about "The great war"

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

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

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

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

Ain't no suppressing the message we're going to war

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

When their in the state of beind down while others are great

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

If there was no guns in the world, that'd be great

Start a war, genocide, but we're the parasite

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Im writing this shit off the dome but its going great