This is a song about "War and money"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Been through every war zone, and collected every medal,

I ain't got time to swag nigga this is monumental

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

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

At the war, i set blitzkrieg and your under a deep sleep

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Come and get us you prepare for war,

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

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