This is a song about "Trenches world war"

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

Get up man, it's time for war

I got soul, there's more in store

The holy war, the spiritual troops

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

Hiding in the trenches avoiding the ether bomb

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

And i don't run counters no more

Trying to maintain in this war

Money is worst than a war

Or something that you paid for

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war