This is a song about "War and money"

I started this war and im gonna finish it

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

I started this war and im going to finish it

The final war of the whack and sick

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

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

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

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,