This is a song about "Corps of cadets"

They placed the name but can't recall description

This kind of reminds me of fishin'

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Go inside the mind, you will find the mine

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Moment of clarity,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Roll up niggas be like sex

No more getting chased by space cadets.

I just got one request, stop breathing

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

4-3... yea, remember that please

Top of my pile of bodies

Feeling, of appealing

Tell them niggas they sleeping