This is a song about "Troops"

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

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

These frequencies i disrupt frequently will leave ya troops scrambled

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

The holy war, the spiritual troops

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

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

Open fire and dispatch troops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels