This is a song about "War in 1700s"

Togehter shall we fight against hordes in war vultures will surrond their companies men

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Dive in war armed to the teeth with bars only

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Not one j got a pair or more

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Something worth dying for

Money is worst than a war