This is a song about "The world at war"

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

Young hero dies at war? nah they'd probably be ignoring me/

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

War crimes, we sacrificial lambs for the slaughter

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

The world at risk, all on his wrist, the mic is gripped/

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Angry at the world cause we've been labeled dangerous

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

On top of other issues stacking and the world be getting mad at me,

The shit that i spit is more

Will i ever win the war