This is a song about "Military gangster"

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

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Thought he was a gangster and a pimp to the prostitutes,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Coming at you full force like a military assault/

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

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

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

The day before is better than the present

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit