This is a song about "War and depresstion"

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

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

And i'll come back when the war begins to release sins

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

This dick of war, and i will not hesitate

You want a husband, but no one has a cape

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

War and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes/

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

My war and my weapon is all i have

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/