This is a song about "War communism"

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

Rub the wood and ima show em love

War between poorness and richness

Will i ever win the war

Not one j got a pair or more

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

So tell me why are we at war.

Not relying on the light no more

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Wage war with me you will face defeat

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

If you try to give it to me at the door