This is a song about "Street wars"

I'll be your savior from all the wars/

So i went down south but i ended up north

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

And y’all responsible for many, many battles and wars,

Claiming ourself more now fit wars

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Yea we hard on the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

The presidents is getting honours, for unreasoned wars

And y’all responsible for many, many battles and wars,

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

More money that mean less sleep

Now we all in the street

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars