This is a song about "War of words"

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, i'll kill y'all till noon

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

It'll sound like the acronym for prisoner of war (pow)

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

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

I actually put words inbetween words, instead of spaces, i rap like

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Unify them, mob through, take over and

Perceive these words, the making of a legend

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see