This is a song about "The war of 1812"

Will i ever win the war

Not relying on the light no more

Jesus, it's been ten month's since he died in the war

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

It'll sound like the acronym for prisoner of war (pow)

Optimistic this isnt bad its different now

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Ain't no suppressing the message we're going to war

The final war of the whack and sick

She's cute but her forehead's big

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

I've got to go and spit a lot of flow but bitch this isn't war,