This is a song about "The marine corps"

Where the ball meets the wall

And we can't fall

Cold world no blanket son

The bigger the the fun

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Nigga, i'm a fucking, marine engineer,

In the heat of the summer,

Just to let you know, you are

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes