This is a song about "The marine corps"

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst

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

Alcohol and booty calls

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Do the math, get the sum

Most of them niggas dumb

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Of impactful things one can ask for

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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