This is a song about "The navy"

Choked the one on the throne

Far away from home

The water from the past is the same water in the present

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Still the man with the pan

The game plan, the game plan

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

The key is the only way

You're exaggerated fat maybe, join the navy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

She a rather do the whole navy fleet, sweet jesus

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius