This is a song about "Trojan war"

Ao go fish or itll be nothing but war

As soon as i walk in the door

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

And your'e the trojan

So now she picks up the gun

Of impactful things one can ask for

So tell me why are we at war.

Livin like i lived in rome, do it like the romans, yo bitch is my trojan

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Devil must been a trojan cause i let him in

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

I got soul, there's more in store

Get up man, it's time for war

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Famine, war, sickness and disaster