This is a song about "Game of war and bridgeport"

Beheaded the killers of the game and now i'm beaming/

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

And let’s win this war from fighting battles to the break of dawn

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

War between poorness and richness

When they showed up at your door at christmas

My mind's all swirled and i feel like i'm at war

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Another day as i step out the door

Come and get us you prepare for war,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Not one j got a pair or more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,