This is a song about "Go out like troops"

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

Man quit rapping get out this site, go proclaim loud like a little kid who wants

Like you're the boss and no one's goin'/ to ever take you out your throne/ knowin' you'd go for 'em

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Go hard or out my yard

Yeah, see, breaking up is hard

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Like to go out and knife carve

Life's about decisions man

I'm gonna go out with a bang

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Their government needs to stop spending money on weapons and troops//

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves