This is a song about "Military brats"

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

He'll demolish the #kings here like a military coup--

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Unlike spoiled brats and their manicured crew,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

Barley-wine brews and broiling brats

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 military militia from vietnam

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