This is a song about "Child soldiers"

Pockets probably like fried food

Thats why soldiers salute

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

And i'm still considered a child

For that paper, i'mma grind

Child support and welfare

Like they not gon' stare

I'm a motherfucking beast see me in your sleep

C'mon, bring those soldiers home, because we've froze in defeat,

Toy soldiers playin' chess games, got us in check mate,

But i do quite well with all the bait