This is a song about "Troops"

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

But peroxide's in my routes its shady that i've forgot my fucking roots

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

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

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

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Show ‘em how much they really mean

British troops intervene

These frequencies i disrupt frequently will leave ya troops scrambled

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