This is a song about "People in the army"

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

Spittin' for the people in the struggles, ready to blow the fuse,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Petrol clouds lurked over several crowds of people in the chilly breeze

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Four in the air for the people stuck in their bubbles

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

It's just about the people being trapped up in our system,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

The mc rappers envy got the people in a frenzy

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Now i know a lotta styles, some see