This is a song about "War of 1812"

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Always felt like a six day war

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

Something worth dying for

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

And slid back north of course to pen more

Will i ever win the war

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Money is worst than a war

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor