This is a song about "Flames of war"

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

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

You fags think it's all a game 'til i walk a flock of flames

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Killing these niggas off quick

The final war of the whack and sick

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

Homage paid, i spit flames at names of the game, dropping names,

If you try to give it to me at the door

The world is already full of war