This is a song about "World war one"

Money is worst than a war

I got soul, there's more in store

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

Stuff caught up with you in your perfect world, you never heard me cry, not one

The shit that i spit is more

Trying to maintain in this war

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

So tell me why are we at war.

And there's little to be glad for