This is a song about "War and money"

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out 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

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Turn it up a little more

Money is worst than a war

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money