This is a song about "Prepper daves millitary surplus"

Wale they call me tiger stripes

When i'm making words, call 'em spare lines.

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Im wastin punchlines but i got so many to spare i just thought of another one that might go here

Flip it for profit, flowin hip hop bitch

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

Same scumbags turned him down with his chance to turn a profit

Hence the intensity inner city dealers pocket profit at my expense

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Ready to set it up, set with a plethora

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Pull em in abundance