This is a song about "End of the cold war"

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

It'll sound like the acronym for prisoner of war (pow)

Guess this is the end of the whitehouse

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

I'm ripping and spilling till the end of days "cold cut killer"my pride n accolade

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Hard to shovel the cold crap out of the way

Nevermind i'm lyin she bumpin me all day

She leave her hair on the floor

The world is already full of war

I'm the king of england this shit too cold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

Playin with fire is a danger zone

Give them something to live for instead of the week end,

Now the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement