This is a song about "Military conflicts"

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Was primary, the source of conflicts, switchin' sides every

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

The hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,

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

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

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley oop

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom