This is a song about "Child soldiers"

Man our soldiers ain't white, they all black and latino,

Wanted to jump the gun but ain't know it was loaded though

That little selfless child

You on my mind

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

I guess now you know what i went through as a child

Patience child. i smile upon you.

And if i do go you better come through

And no bitch you're not with child,

Yeah, look here thorunnin wild

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child