This is a song about "Cold war"

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Hand to hand in the cold

Is a space that now you hold

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Need i say more out in singapore

Something worth dying for

It's like my life is a war,

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Trying to maintain in this war

Up in my new two door