This is a song about "The troops"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

These frequencies i disrupt frequently will leave ya troops scrambled

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

And i put you on the team

British troops intervene

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

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