This is a song about "The war of 1812"

But there’s strange tidings, the tides of war are sure to change

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

Need i say more out in singapore

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Pine-green foams, they may never see the store

Ain't no suppressing the message we're going to war

The world is already full of war

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

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

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore