This is a song about "Heed the warning"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

You better hide because this is my last warning

My mentality is first send the warning shots,

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

That's the warning you missed, fool-- the horns that he spit

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Cause i don't give no mother fucken warning shot

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Now i'm brawling like the almighty pawn daunting, with no warning.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Lil homie listen up, this my warning to you

That'll do anything that i please

Normally i'm not warning these

Stand for something or die in the morning

This is your last chance, your final warning.....