This is a song about "Game of war and bridgeport"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Beheaded the killers of the game and now i'm beaming/

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

I got soul, there's more in store

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Proclaim my thoughts reasons and opinions and reclaim my thrown at the top of this rap "game",