This is a song about "The united states marines"

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

Invades states, degrading babes,

One verse is all it takes

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Rich in my rhymes, but i ain't no drake, cause i'm killing rappers in all states/

And if you try to save hip-hop music you can't make mistakes,

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

In three states you're accused of rape

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

My rhymes, new york states of minds, lyrical crimes, in fact

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

In the rule book, it states equality inbetween race, but not even in the

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running