This is a song about "Mafia wars"

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Wars inside my soul, waged deep in

I'm formin holy wars around me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Headed for another world, starting many beastly wars,

Claiming ourself more now fit wars

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Towers over and defends wars

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Gun wars and prostitution pollutant in your breath

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Fourscore and four wars ago