This is a song about "No more war"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And tell 'em there's no more games,no more

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Are you ready for war? bitch i'm ready for more

Ain't no suppressing the message we're going to war

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

She leave her hair on the floor

Then the world ain't no trick no more

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Now u want me no more

Bitch no more missing you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

No more assignments, only horseplay

And it begins to phase him more each day