This is a song about "No quartering troops"

British troops intervene

You ain't never seen

I gonna take it really nice and slow

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

No monopoly type flow, no chance

Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now

No one no where no why no how

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

No lames, no lies, no compromise

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,