This is a song about "Knife war"

You know...you know who you are

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Money is worst than a war

Come and get us you prepare for war,

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Your only in fight with your damn war

Or something that you paid for

Plunge the knife, skins too tough

Then i said i had enough

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

The winged angel with a knife

In prison shanked by a knife

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Holding a knife but couldn't begin

You're uncool like my mother kin