This is a song about "The troops"

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

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

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

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

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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