This is a song about "Sparta military"

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

A legend out here, and i'm ending careers by the end of my year

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Coming at you full force like a military assault/

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

I'm a military militia from vietnam

He'll demolish the #kings here like a military coup--

Rev up the lamborghini, and hail it for you