This is a song about "War terrorism crusade"

This is my sixth crusade, handing out hand grenades on every single slave trade,

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

But i didn't need a crusade.

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

As soon as i walk in the door

On a horse i ride into war

And slid back north of course to pen more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

I'm not degrading my crusade what i do takes skill,

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

The holy war, the spiritual troops

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

It's like my life is a war,

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

(shiva) diablo parade , a demonic crusade