This is a song about "The troops"

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

British troops intervene

I'm the head coach of the team

The holy war, the spiritual troops

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

Now don’t it sound legendary

I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops

To tell you were being lied to,manipulated by disguised fools

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack