This is a song about "War of the roses"

Will i ever win the war

Im seated by the floor

He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,

How i do itthinkin' i'm new to this

The final war of the whack and sick

I never crack i got that chap stick

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

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Silence of the lambs, roses on the ground

I just might throw a big amount

But every time we book, we stay in our green room

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, i'll kill y'all till noon

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

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