This is a song about "We are suffering of war"

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

So tell me why are we at war.

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Never wish this upon any of enemies, father suffering the penalties

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

But we fighting a war, and this is our only weaponry/

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Cause suffering to all of the others

I refuse to be another being on this earth