This is a song about "War of words"

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

Your cerebellums emitting a tenth of my words

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Blasting words off of neuron connections,

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

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

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

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage