This is a song about "World war one"

When i'm low, she take me high

Eyes and gives the world one last good bye.

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

Stuff caught up with you in your perfect world, you never heard me cry, not one

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

I ain't happy with the score

Money is worst than a war

She leave her hair on the floor

The world is already full of war

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

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

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