This is a song about "More"

They fiend in the door

Slice one up, slice two more

And some more a couple more times

There is a light that shines

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

Im seated by the floor

The more wealth the more tore felt.

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

I killed more time, more crack to sell

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

God give me one sentence more

You see i gotta go to war