This is a song about "The war of 1812"

As soon as i walk in the door

The world is already full of war

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Lets take war to the scum and pray the day were winning,

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

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

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

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

The final war of the whack and sick

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,