This is a song about "Women in the civil war"

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

You just working with the scraps you was given

But if i can't batter the women

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Swimming in the women, hitting boppers with a ten-inch dick

Women are in the kitchen or they're cleanin' the hallway,

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

I'm something out of place like a women not in the kitchen

The shit that i spit is more

Will i ever win the war

Dive in war armed to the teeth with bars only

Look it something they can't ever see