This is a song about "Flames of war"

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

This dick of war, and i will not hesitate

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Or classic misdirection it's a collection of weapons of war

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

Make room for the groom married to his music

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Well i'm a lot iller, feel the flames of satan's wrath,

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Standing behind a lectern of fire and flames

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates

You fags think it's all a game 'til i walk a flock of flames