This is a song about "War world 1"

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

The holy war, the spiritual troops

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

So tell me why are we at war.

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Will i ever win the war

Some old bitch that we did before

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

Money is worst than a war