This is a song about "Advance warefare"

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

Or watch me advance as a lyrical fanatic, my miracle lines automatic, its

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

The l in his hand to yell in advance

Well its the microphone blaster skill advance enhancer

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Leave ya rancid, we advance and

But got comma’s in my statement

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

Take a chance, my life will get better, ill advance

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

My advice advance in the shit you write,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Came back better than ever more advance, trying to take my stance, have a