This is a song about "Why the war"

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

And i'm driving a unicorn, plus my bitch is strange

And my weed man should just sell flutes

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Start a war, genocide, but we're the parasite

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

You go to war for the keys, wanna get off this leash.

Do he make you feel important than how you felt before

Jesus, it's been ten month's since he died in the war

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Running further for the.. fucking door, its nothing more then a ruggered war

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Regular girl, celebrity dreams