This is a song about "Marines corps"

Rappin is my profession so i always come up with fresh shit.

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

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

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

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

Disrupting your whole organization of rap actors ruining

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Upset the beep alarming armies charging who's next to leap

With a man whos half the size inside

Must be a lady in tha light

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Foundation till i built my house

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness