This is a song about "Troops"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

These frequencies i disrupt frequently will leave ya troops scrambled

Open fire and dispatch troops

I still got my nike boots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

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

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

British troops intervene

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits