This is a song about "Troops"

I still got my nike boots

Open fire and dispatch troops

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

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

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

British troops intervene

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

These frequencies i disrupt frequently will leave ya troops scrambled

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