This is a song about "Great war"

The holy war, the spiritual troops

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

On a horse i ride into war

No ho, acquainted with the floor

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Not relying on the light no more

You told me god was the answer

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Your only in fight with your damn war

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Or something that you paid for

Always felt like a six day war

Of course they all hate

It really sounded great

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid