This is a song about "The military"

You fags are though / im a military paratroop

Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley oop

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

As the king upon the throne

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

Down the street to the car,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Guns, knives, and gear, i'm a military volunteer, now it's all clear,

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

The dope the rhyme wizard

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Coming at you full force like a military assault/