This is a song about "We are marines"

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Murdered every bod from my squad

That we are not a lone

They blowing up my phone

You get close but no cigar

Just because of who we are,

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

What else we are soppused to

We are bred by consumerism

Me and my microphone could be one

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I wanna hear "i'm sorry. are we okay?"

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,