This is a song about "War cry"

Well go cry to your mom

Full of shit, like i ate that john

And then i break down and cry

So let me tell you about this guy

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Money is worst than a war

And slid back north of course to pen more

When i held you i used to cry

Hear the rambling in the sky

Summer time, different shore

Get up man, it's time for war

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Up in my new two door

So tell me why are we at war.