This is a song about "War of 1812"

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

This dick of war, and i will not hesitate

The proverbial lemonade that i made

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see