This is a song about "War of words"

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

We musically grow unto the world like a fungus

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

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

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Trying clicking that button again and clicking one of these words.

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

That fire flow the finest women i adore

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war