This is a song about "Troops"

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

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

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

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

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

On they twitter writing novels, see

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

British troops intervene

Exclusives, y'all never seen

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

Children in 3rd world countries dying from a lack of medical tools//

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

The holy war, the spiritual troops