This is a song about "Battles of the american mexican war"

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

The world is already full of war

Not relying on the light no more

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

It'll sound like the acronym for prisoner of war (pow)

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Conquered demonic battles in the tower of babel.

Cats so watered down clowns can sink titanic

The final war of the whack and sick

Shoot at the schoolbus leave it open like a mexican taco

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

People don't condone what they've never seen

Succeed in what you love the american dream

And you wonder why you,can never seem to get a piece of the american pie dude

Doctors told me your mom had a deformation, but its ok dude, i may be rude,