This is a song about "Wars"

Zealous pilgrims are gone, now it's competitive wars,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

I'm formin holy wars around me

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Were trying to put an end to these cold wars

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Wars against jews, muslims, atheists, and protestants

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

The boa know they loving the crew

World peace will come later, probably not, we're waging wars,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

I just want another, wars inside i discover, full of clutter,