This is a song about "Marine core"

Undetectable pounding of our hearts beating as one to the core

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Rhymes can pop off from the top but true rap comes from the core

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

Laughing at pretenses of stained stakes is my core listing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

Nigga, i'm a fucking, marine engineer,

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

But what he doesn't know is that i'm sharp as a marine

Then i gut em to the core

You see i gotta go to war

Reaching the core at its rottenest, monopoly marketed,

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick