This is a song about "The spanish american war"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Miley came in like a wrecking ball, i came in like an american nuclear explosion, the rhyme version,

I'm a killa bomb call me c4, i stay shooting bars i don't reload, i try ta lay low, keep away from

She say something something spanish

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

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

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Yeah i know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach

Upward mobility's a myth, the american dream we can't reach,

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/