This is a song about "We dont want war"

Most haters dont want to see you alive

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

I'm modest, and humble

These niggas dont want no trouble

I want more war, not for, violence to cease,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

I want to hit the beach, she wants the spanish civil war museum

And i dont want an excuse

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

They want it so we always obey, if you don't

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I dont want this to end

Nigga i ain't never scared

Where every recipient, property of the state

I really dont want you to become deranged.