This is a song about "Us mexican war rap"

Hotter than all black in mexico, flow colder than the war with ru and us, so

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Trying to maintain in this war

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

That's why you'll find her on the floor

You rap as if you've been through a war

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

You're a circus act, more worthless crap than a napping mexican i can refill

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Get up man, it's time for war