This is a song about "Troops"

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

The holy war, the spiritual troops

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

British troops intervene

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

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

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

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

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

You "real shit" extension problems, that's why i'm constantly aiming at fools,