This is a song about "The marine corps"

The weed into the bong

New message from mom

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

But what he doesn't know is that i'm sharp as a marine

I live my life in tha fast lane

The realist in the game

The bigger the the fun

So now she picks up the gun

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Hearing this rapper kendrick whirling the words like the movement of worms is what i've learned,

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the