This is a song about "World war 2"

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

The holy war, the spiritual troops

World world war 3 bout to be known

Put my number in your phone

Will i ever win the war

And slid back north of course to pen more

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

And there's little to be glad for

When my competition ain't much

You dudes 2 weak 2 speak learn sign language

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs