This is a song about "War cry"

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

It's like my life is a war,

Lower than my credit score

Of impactful things one can ask for

Your only in fight with your damn war

And i know that your supply

It was his mom i made cry

I got soul, there's more in store

So tell me why are we at war.

Didn't mean to make you cry

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

All you niggas die

Scenes make a grown man cry

Your balls cry during bug life

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live