This is a song about "Scouse troops"

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops

You "real shit" extension problems, that's why i'm constantly aiming at fools,

The holy war, the spiritual troops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Their government needs to stop spending money on weapons and troops//

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

These frequencies i disrupt frequently will leave ya troops scrambled

Open fire and dispatch troops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Man this life is but a dream

British troops intervene