This is a song about "Thanking the military"

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

High as shit, i’m in a booth

From the gutter to the roof

As the king upon the throne

And it's well known that rell home

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Coming at you full force like a military assault/

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

Thanking u for giving us all that priority , time and prominence,

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/