This is a song about "Child soldiers"

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Thats why soldiers salute

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

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

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters

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

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight