This is a song about "War grenades frontline"

Declared a beef war, got everybody spitting

I chase cheese i get it, nothing but cream i'm getting

Wage war with me you will face defeat

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

You could date grenades still wouldn't go with a bang

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

D12 who conveyed messages while holding hand grenades

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

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

It's like my life is a war,

Your only in fight with your damn war

I ain't happy with the score

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Money is worst than a war

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Will i ever win the war