This is a song about "Drafted to iraq"

To reality and to the facts

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

To stay true to the crew

Niggas that guided me through

I'll make you feel like you're being stoned in iraq

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

To beat or not to beat/

Me and my peeps often meet

And real bitches don't respect you

To try and violate me to.

To even try, afraid to..

And all the shit you went through

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Lets strap the president with an m4 drop him off in iraq and tell wm good luck

Your chick said i'm hot

Form the towers to iraq