This is a song about "War cry"

Not one j got a pair or more

It's like my life is a war,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Scenes make a grown man cry

When i'm low, she take me high

And then i break down and cry

In the lambo looking like a fly

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Up in my new two door

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly

When i held you i used to cry

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Dump that bitch in the sly

Didn't mean to make you cry