This is a song about "The world at war"

The world seems strange at times

Got a flock full of dimes

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I know the world may seem to spend so fast at times you cannot see

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I’m the king of a whole game, i’m at the top of the world (x2)

Flowing proper at the world, just to see who is sicker/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks