This is a song about "War in 1700s"

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Trust in me you ready for a scary war, plus defeat

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

My flow thunders in seas of war- i belong up in mt. olympus

Summer time, different shore

So tell me why are we at war.

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

As soon as i walk in the door

Will i ever win the war