This is a song about "War and money"

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

I started this war and im going to finish it

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

My mind's all swirled and i feel like i'm at war

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Come and get us you prepare for war,

I got something you've been waiting for

I started this war and im gonna finish it

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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