This is a song about "Child soldier in sierra leone"

I'm a demon child. and maybe someday i'll be good but that's in the after life.

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I put this j in your face get a whiff of this michael

A disturbed child now, he's missing his friend in denial.

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Never have you heard of a lyrical soldier

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

Be a soldier, march on, leave those fuckers in the dirt,

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Good love then i can do that for her

Forgot to say his friends with a soldier

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Like captine america im a new soldier

I guess i aint a soldier

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her