This is a song about "The troops"

The more battles the better the flows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

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

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

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

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

White coke, tan dope, black gun, trey deuce

Where the fuck the chorus

All we need is convienient love