This is a song about "American soldier"

Following god, i’m stressed, i feel like i’m a lone soldier,

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

We don't trust no one american, conservative or libertarian,

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Never have you heard of a lyrical soldier

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'