This is a song about "The troops"

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

My kick game be making fifa envy

Their government needs to stop spending money on weapons and troops//

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And i can't help but stare, cause

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Where the fuck the chorus

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

The more battles the better the flows

The bigger the the fun

So the ones eye has freak don't run

I call all my troops to go back to the hip-hop roots,

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots