This is a song about "World war two"

And there's little to be glad for

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

So tell me why are we at war.

Up in my new two door

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

On a horse i ride into war

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

A battle ain't shit without the war it's just two lyricists

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

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