This is a song about "Blamed for war"

You think i'm gonna be blamed?

But they sold jello in the paint

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

Running further for the.. fucking door, its nothing more then a ruggered war

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more

It's like my life is a war,

As soon as i walk in the door

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

War is all i'm good for i don't know what peace is

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

So if you done with these beijing games

Never blamed for stupid mistakes/

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Are you ready for war? bitch i'm ready for more