This is a song about "War at my door"

Your still in your crib at home while i'm making the streets a war zone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Running further for the.. fucking door, its nothing more then a ruggered war

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Either take me in heaven and understand i was a sheep

At the war, i set blitzkrieg and your under a deep sleep

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

I say my goodbyes and walk out the porch door

This is a war zone fag where you at this shit is baghdad

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

And my niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore