This is a song about "Camp buak"

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

I made a song at camp

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

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

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

They want me to concentrate in a camp