This is a song about "Military grindin"

Grindin, no way man, i'm not the same man

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

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

I'm a military militia from vietnam

I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

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,

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs

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