This is a song about "War and peace"

And we scream "fuck the world" while disturbing the peace,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

The final war of the whack and sick

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

And people holler "soft", when they hear me scream "peace",

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

There you can play jail games and make some peace.

Right flows down and they might go nice

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

So you finally got the nerve

And we scream "fuck the world" while disturbing the peace,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Ima go until my arm's sore

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,