This is a song about "War of words"

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Words flowing like the city of venice

'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 it's still tight, i like when it's real tight

Lost of all words, forgetting its night,

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

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

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

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts