This is a song about "Militia and military"

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,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Cause some of you bitches funny

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Money ain't a thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Militia mother fucker, that's a discard

And my bank account look just like a phone card

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 a military militia from vietnam

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Living young and wild and free