This is a song about "The war of 1812"

The world is already full of war

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Will i ever win the war

Im seated by the floor

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/

A battle ain't shit without the war it's just two lyricists

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Start a war, genocide, but we're the parasite

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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