This is a song about "God of war"

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Lines-of-a-god, no replicated pod.

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

The world is already full of war

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

In south america, they attempt to put an end, to the war of drug dealing

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

I tell you your a slob, you get the scorn of god,

Summer time, different shore

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,