This is a song about "World war 2 invention"

Money is worst than a war

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

Something worth dying for

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

To make a peaceful world we need to end the war on the streets,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

And there's little to be glad for

Trying to maintain in this war

You left your nigga on his own

World world war 3 bout to be known

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

Another day as i step out the door

Come and get us you prepare for war,