This is a song about "The economic consequences of the civil war in the south"

Before i bury ya head in the north n ya body in the south

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

The final war of the whack and sick

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Back in the day the south showed no mercy for blacks

But i defend the civil liberties

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

I was born in the underground of the south side

We been down for too long but that's alright

My garage full of cars that bounce

And i'm from the dirty south,

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,