This is a song about "War is on"

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Im sorry that is just my life war the champion has arrived

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

My war and my weapon is all i have

On a horse i ride into war

Another day as i step out the door

Of impactful things one can ask for

It's like my life is a war,

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Trying to maintain in this war

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

There's war going on outside, y'all should never rhyme,

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine