This is a song about "The war of 1812"

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

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

With no garden i know hoes that pump water

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

Another day as i step out the door

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

The final war of the whack and sick

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

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight