This is a song about "The marine corps"

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Nigga, i'm a fucking, marine engineer,

Nigga, i'm a fucking, marine engineer,

I don't know, obviously i disappear

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

The bigger the the fun

And i listen to common

Bitch, i was born to ball

Where the ball meets the wall