This is a song about "Marine field training exercise"

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

This a lyrical exercise

When i get my hands on nines

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Training my craftship using people for practice

I'm always out in the cotton field

Truthfully, some eye at least

Her lifes a field of landmines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

And this will be the song that we sing