This is a song about "War guns nukes"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I pack more soul than chicago packs guns,

Come and get us you prepare for war,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Remember my guns like a mic,

On trial for possession of some chronic

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

They shoot missiles and nukes

Still got my nike boots