This is a song about "1960s vietnam"

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I'm a military militia from vietnam

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Dmv so we used to the waiting

Then drop bombs like vietnam better ring

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Just be alarmed like vietnam, better hide or he'll spit it raw,

Vietnam vet.. i'm out my fuckin mind man

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Just be alarmed like vietnam, better hide or he'll spit it raw,