This is a song about "Veterans of war"

In a world full of veterans, you're lost like a sophomore.

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

I'm wearing out these laudable aprons with each phrase batterin' these page veterans,

Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.

Who you know that spits it better than ninety percent of veterans

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Listening to aston martin music music

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

We new passtime, and we feelin better than, better than the veterans/