This is a song about "Bench war"

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

So tell me why are we at war.

Not relying on the light no more

Be the little kid crying on the bench

What time is it, huh? check my french

Bench press while surrounded by a bunch of alligators

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

On a horse i ride into war

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Your only in fight with your damn war

You ain't gotta worry no more

Trying to maintain in this war

Summer time, different shore