This is a song about "Armed forces"

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Into fickle forces, we dine with hell and headless corpses.

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

He forces me to do these things, once he starts it, my pain begins.

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

They got off, and started to smite, i dodged, heartened to fight, armed with a mic

Armed with starcraft raps, but you can't see me like i'm harborin' arbiters

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

Fuck swag, nigga i got ambition

A lone armed soldier on a mission/

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

So many shootings, their streets are armed heavily

Because it forces you to think about the things that matter.

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Nothing would change because of this whiskey that forces it to stay the same

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game