Contextual Analysis of "three hundred" in Lyrics

twenty-four seven

my dj name dj fm am jjason

they close a

with mouths left to feed

company.halt!. a hundred thousand reached the barricade

shot down like rats

for your little boy

of a heavenly joy

oh the ship went under

twenty-seven made it back alive

i ain't hurtin' no one

they're waiting to die

in america

it's a miracle

sling a little mud

let's get dirty