This is a song about "Holy wars"

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,

Towers over and defends wars

Black fours red drop head doors

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

The presidents is getting honours, for unreasoned wars

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I bring the force like star wars

She can only live for the moment

End all these waged unwinnable wars and,

Claiming ourself more now fit wars

And of course, my car's off course

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars