This is a song about "Soldiers in fox holes"

I don't want you to have my permit yet

And those that oppose go out with holes in the head

Hard as rocks locked in a fox box

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Bullet holes in brains goodbye time to die, no hearts just pain inside blood

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

Meaning fuses tears when guns become the soldiers,

What's in for me? god sent for me, my soldiers in the infantry,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Holes in they sweater, from my lyrical beretta

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Flow studded rainbows in dental holes

X's and o's, you must be the rose