This is a song about "Crack war"

Those words are real not crack,

I'm about to snap

The shit that i spit is more

The world is already full of war

Some old bitch that we did before

Get up man, it's time for war

Money is worst than a war

As soon as i walk in the door

If it still has a crack

Yeah, the sex in the sack

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

On a horse i ride into war

So tell me why are we at war.

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

And there's little to be glad for

Famine, war, sickness and disaster