This is a song about "Camp anchor"

I cant stop im like a ship without an anchor

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Bodied n' be a wake early, like a boot camp-jail sargent.

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

She don't put me down like an anchor cause i was late

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

An anchor in my answers, a ladder to more stature

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

But the past has no anchor and its silly to think it ever did

Bars filling paper, lines like cocaine from a news anchor.

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

I made a song at camp

In 3 months im headed to boot camp, girls say im cool

Momma said i should reconsider law school