This is a song about "Troops"

Open fire and dispatch troops

A far reach from them rap dudes

For thinking you clean

British troops intervene

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

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

Their government needs to stop spending money on weapons and troops//

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free