This is a song about "World war 2 survivor looking for lost lover"

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Past the next world war because i'll be on vacation

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Come and get us you prepare for war,

I felt lost in the world for a little bit

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

Looking for solvency

Hopin' that my niggas see

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

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

As soon as i walk in the door

Looking for something more,

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.