This is a song about "Training development"

Another day as i step out the door

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

Stared at triangle with an eye while training

And this will be the song that we sing

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Restrained as david ayer's training day, pavin' ways, makin' change

After all the training you gonna wanna abort

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

My hat is always the color of cactus

Training my craftship using people for practice

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Early in the development "special" list,my flows are pestilent known to leave

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Training my craftship using people for practice

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. signs of the subject