This is a song about "Trench warfare war"

Your only in fight with your damn war

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

I find it kind of unfair that my niggas still in warfare

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

This shit is a different type of warfare

Got four underneath the old-school as well

Apply deceit in war experimenter

Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

I got soul, there's more in store

So tell me why are we at war.

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for