This is a song about "Being in the army"

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Dazed in confusion as the world shows the darkness being proven.

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

It's odd being in the same room, with the man i killed,

Just for me being weird in the past/

The faker they shakin' my hand

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

In your nightmares i am the one watching your soul being drained

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro