This is a song about "Department of defense"

You're vacant in the smarts department think i'm black hearted

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Over the last line of defense, run the ball like sweetness

Together all the timethought it was true love

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

My uncle pulled me to the side

Out of mind out of sight

"make a fool of me" upon uttering a threat in attempt to self defense

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts