This is a song about "Rcs services"

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

And keep away from clients this bad guys

She don't really care about anyone advice

Call that bitch a hen then i go about my business

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

You hand them a one way ticket right into your crime business

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

I just murdered, this flow can serve as memento

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Packin lyrical gats n' it's a fact i'm passin to the top

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Two hundred years ago we should've known the gats would burst,