This is a song about "Brother going to military"

But i'm not going to stop,

I gotta know if it's real or not

In my drawsring, ring, ring

And we try to keep going

So fast, can't copy

Going to the lobby

Im going to get some head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Fighting with my weak hand

Going to the southern land

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Going to east nexy year

I ain't hear you clear