This is a song about "Turf wars"

Third ward general, young cash money

I'm formin holy wars around me

Ran outside to see the big show

Fourscore and four wars ago

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

Wars inside my soul, waged deep in

Energized and still going

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

You bitches wanna start shit? i'm out this world like clone wars,

Black fours red drop head doors

I bring the force like star wars

You in my neighborhood they'd drive-by for steppin' on turf,

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers