This is a song about "The war within"

And i like my girls with ambition

Forgetting what matters, the fixtures within

On the hunt for gold within the soul so fuck a necklace

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Girl listen, trying to position

I know i was at war within

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Is not necessarily locked within the population,

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Is not necessarily locked within the population,