This is a song about "War and whores"

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

The final war of the whack and sick

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Just to let you know, you are