This is a song about "Camp"

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

I made a song at camp

The faker they shakin' my hand

They want me to concentrate in a camp

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Dawn rising, cleaning up the camp site,

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

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

I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor