This is a song about "Department of defense"

Out of mind out of sight

My direction good, well-rounded type

That'll do anything that i please

Top of my pile of bodies

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Go ahead defend , write a little rap defense

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Of the book of your life

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

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

It seems like the police department loves but forgot how to use it,