This is a song about "Guns don t fire"

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

When i was starving now it's payback

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Shit, see that thing there was mine

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I'm gettin blitzed and i reminsce on all the times we shared

No ho, acquainted with the floor

You don;t thin anymore

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

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Without the sound of guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We in the mob im the don,

Pay dues like a hair salon