This is a song about "Bench war"

Gotta vent, lot of innocent lives lost on the project bench

I can't control my rage,cause i still tied with my pledge

I got soul, there's more in store

Trying to maintain in this war

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Didn't do a thing at all

From the bench to the ball

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Lower than my credit score

So tell me why are we at war.

He had is tolls on the bench, a paper and pen.

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

On a horse i ride into war