This is a song about "Enlisting"

In a park at 2, plotting, trying to garner loot

He ran with the hottest crews, thought he was a top recruit,

Spit to the premium hear it, and every minute's the limit,

Eyo, im worn out, feels like my soul's just been torn out and twisted

But only 'cuz i'm cold as stone boulders and my flows are dope,

I'm gonna proudly spit dope, just like my rhymes are a bounty globe,