This is a song about "Military academy"

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

And start earning some cash to go back to the academy

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I'm a military militia from vietnam

I was educated at the hard knock academy

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

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

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Who the fuck is the academy i want a reward for all my hard work equal score