This is a song about "War cry"

You other brothers can’t deny

And they still make me cry,

No tats dey for my arm

Well go cry to your mom

Right now at 23 i ain't mad at them reds no more

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Some old bitch that we did before

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Didn't mean to make you cry

It's like my life is a war,

Of impactful things one can ask for

Always felt like a six day war

Something worth dying for

They make it worth more

Get up man, it's time for war