This is a song about "Cold war"

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Your only in fight with your damn war

And then along came the wrong man for her

Apply deceit in war experimenter

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

Skipping class and growing cold

Get up man, it's time for war

They make it worth more

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Always felt like a six day war

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

No ho, acquainted with the floor

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams