This is a song about "The bloody cold war that we survived"

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Its the last prime to death, and we screaming out war

To make a peaceful world we need to end the war on the streets,

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

But we save the card, the charred cold existence

While we nearly got evicted to be ditched in the cold

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

In that case we can paint the art of war with your esophagus

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

What will we do first? start another war rape the economy like a whore?

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

The world so cold we need our messiah.

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for