This is a song about "World war germans"

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Will i ever win the war

I got soul, there's more in store

So tell me why are we at war.

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

And my weed man should just sell flutes

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Now all i am is alone

World world war 3 bout to be known

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets