This is a song about "Child soldiers"

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Sweetpea? sounds like a little child raper

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

Meaning fuses tears when guns become the soldiers,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

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

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

We gotta put up with the shit life gives, carry on like soldiers/

So get it right ok you ballin and i'm with the owners

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

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

So i could go help the babyshe could barely speak

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