This is a song about "The spanish american war"

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

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

Summer time, different shore

Will i ever win the war

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

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

And my weed man should just sell flutes

The holy war, the spiritual troops