This is a song about "Gay war"

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Then the stars don't even matter

I pray that i’m in outer space, ufo fly away

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

Who will make a gay pay.

And let the beat play

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Come and get us you prepare for war,

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

She will never get by, no how no way

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Will i ever win the war

Keep coming back for more

Something worth dying for

Money is worst than a war