This is a song about "Fighting hurts peoples feelings"

Thought we had the feelings

When you spill out hits

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Out of this coviction of feelings

Without the sound of guns

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

But poverty and hunger are frustrating, and just know it hurts,

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

And eagerly im ending peoples lives more speedily"

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Into peoples life's who are peaceful,

No one that's breathin' is seen as an equal

Into peoples life's who are peaceful,

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

The pervs lerk as miley works that twerk till it hurts.