This is a song about "War baby"

Ima go until my arm's sore

Money is worst than a war

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Your only in fight with your damn war

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

These niggas is lazy

I got to be your baby

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Rollin' with my baby

What them tippers don't see

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Tell my baby daddy that's his baby (that's his baby)