This is a song about "War breaks out"

Tell me time (&) date, i'm fuck you up 'til your spine breaks.

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

"what are these wealthy tax breaks that you all are asking of?"

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

That breaks the camel back

This is why her nigga mad

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Like catabolism who just breaks down the door

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Not relying on the light no more

Will i ever win the war

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

My heart breaks and its torn im left standing alone