Marshal Soul - Yeah

And forget about game, I'ma spit the truth.
I won't stop till I get 'em in their birthday shoes.
Let's begin the rough and it'll be off with eight bros.
Then send over to the front and touch your toes.
I left the jag and I took the rose.
If they ain't cutting in, I put 'em on foot patrol.
Let's go!
Out!