This is a song about "Warning"

Then i noticed a fed, he lit a warning

And my only fear's a wedding ring

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Then i bust a mean ass verse without a warning

And flashing warning lights while cops' throats i'm slashing

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

With no warning i'm swarming with uppercuts that'll leave you slumped

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

I stopped mourning over past, when i past the stop warning

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Now i'm brawling like the almighty pawn daunting, with no warning.

How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed