This is a song about "Georgia economony after the civil war"

And my weed man should just sell flutes

The holy war, the spiritual troops

The world is already full of war

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Dive in war armed to the teeth with bars only

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I want to hit the beach, she wants the spanish civil war museum

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Lets take war to the scum and pray the day were winning,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

But i defend the civil liberties

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees