This is a song about "The navy"

You're exaggerated fat maybe, join the navy

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

A sufficient cathedral/at least avoid that navy needle/

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

The name of the game is

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

I got bigger problems baby

The fiends supply the shady

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

Stuck in the in the tub,

That shit was wack as fuck

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Call on one of your girls