This is a song about "World war ii"

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

World world war 3 bout to be known

Baby im in the zone

Im seated by the floor

Money is worst than a war

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Lower than my credit score

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Past the next world war because i'll be on vacation