This is a song about "War raging on"

You're raging an got some grammar issues go back to first grade

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

You could love it or hate it but he was prime time

There's war going on outside, y'all should never rhyme,

I'm raging, ripping up the stage and

She got me caught up in the moment

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

And i'll declare lyrical war, on this racist dumbass.

Cause ma life turned on me like a damn war///

That's why you'll find her on the floor

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Known to damage and highly flammable like gas stationssorry i left that ass waiting

Will i rise to greatness im faithless ona basis being famous id be raging

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules