This is a song about "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,

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

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

The kids are wasting food while others ache for the day they get aid from groups

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

The holy war, the spiritual troops

The troops stationed in line, battle ready.

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Mercury into your son and killing civilians with our troops

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

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

These frequencies i disrupt frequently will leave ya troops scrambled

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