This is a song about "The cold war"

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Will i ever win the war

I got soul, there's more in store

Where the floor boards are so cold,

I mean of course just the same old

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Dive in war armed to the teeth with bars only

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Past the next world war because i'll be on vacation

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

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

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams