This is a song about "Industrial military complex"

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

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

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I know all of this must be far to complex,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Too complex like a bunch of large ass giants

And trying to start today with arguments

Insightfully write that right so keep your parasites paralyzed

Inability to master complex rhymes, my game is not refined/

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

Move onto the next, never knew love was complex,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz