This is a song about "Marines corps"

As our remains remain in constant dispense

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Never tame to any part of the body/

You're my favorite show, any chance i get i try to watch

I tears apart your dead corpse, then id burn the body with a torch,

So find the ambition, create your own mission,

They all see my life from a childish position

It's lame remains will burn in ashes when it stays the same,

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane