This is a song about "The war of 1812"

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, i'll kill y'all till noon

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

It'll sound like the acronym for prisoner of war (pow)

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

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

White girl, you can ask her what the dick be like

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

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor