This is a song about "War raging on"

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Trying to maintain in this war

The shit that i spit is more

And i don't run counters no more

Come and get us you prepare for war,

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears