This is a song about "Military conflicts"

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

No more rows and conflicts punches or kicks/ think don't feel, be static/

Several dead, what the hell is this? / seven are said to dwell and live

A few keep talking 'n' blogging, its appalling the leaders are plotting conflicts

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Im a peacemaker i resolve all the world's social conflicts

The hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

I'm a military militia from vietnam