This is a song about "The cold war"

Not relying on the light no more

Will i ever win the war

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

Waking up in cold sweat with gulf war syndrome

So i parked in a tow-away zone

I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like

Start a war, genocide, but we're the parasite

"don of war" what? it's more like the "don of suckin dick,

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn

Torn apart, taken by storm, blow the war horn/