This is a song about "World war three"

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Another day as i step out the door

Or two. or maybe three?

I’m a hustla, baby

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

As soon as i walk in the door

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

And i don't run counters no more

Will i ever win the war

And you know its just us three

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy