This is a song about "War lords"

I hear pouts and the lords come to pay, my heart begin to collapse

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

The shit that i spit is more

The world is already full of war

War between poorness and richness

It’s official, she my misses

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Less than an hour he beheads lords

Money is worst than a war

Lower than my credit score

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Even when these drug lords hear, they'll take that as a myth//

Apply deceit in war experimenter

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

It's like my life is a war,

You ain't gotta hit the club no more