This is a song about "War is bad"

War and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes/

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Your bad is what is alleged

I’m coming back like light-skin and

'bad' here is an understatement.

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

And if this is a battle i already know i won the war

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

In the cold street,where the bad guy is

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

And your crime rate is too high because people have bad habits,

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills