This is a song about "United states marine corps"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

States the fate of an artist bent on brooklyn banks/

Just make your way into this beautiful bouquet of razor blades/

Rich in my rhymes, but i ain't no drake, cause i'm killing rappers in all states/

I'm like psychotic marine on laced lsd

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

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running/

In my mind's eye, i'm high like united airlines

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

In the rule book, it states equality inbetween race, but not even in the

We back on these highways moving cakes

Invades states, degrading babes,

Because the case plainly states that slavery was just the prequel

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care