This is a song about "Holy war"

I call it my holy grace

And i got them gold bottles, first place

I was wondering maybe

Your holy raps are to me

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Every word i spit is holy

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Give me it holy shit

Saying they this and that

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

To them it's just a story

I'm formin holy wars around me

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

So tell me why are we at war.