This is a song about "Fuck military"

When you spill out hits

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

But fuck destiny and fuck legacy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I'm a military militia from vietnam

I know you're mad, but so what

And, i don't call it fuck

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

Where's my inhaler? i think i'm gonna puke