This is a song about "The war"

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

But if its war you want, then i wish you the best

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

Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like

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

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

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

Another day as i step out the door

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

Will i ever win the war

Im seated by the floor