This is a song about "Why the war"

And if this is a battle i already know i won the war

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

You go to war for the keys, wanna get off this leash.

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

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

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

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right