This is a song about "The war owl"

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Go to war with the mormons, take a bath with the catholics

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

And these woman is loving the way that i perform

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

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

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

The final war of the whack and sick

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

That i got sexy ladies so back up some more

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

And it's still tight, i like when it's real tight