This is a song about "War of 1812"

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

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

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

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

I just tell cj keep on rollin’ that's my shorty

Something worth dying for

Will i ever win the war

Money is worst than a war

Some old bitch that we did before