This is a song about "Death of soldiers"

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

I'm sick of seeing ghetto-grown kids who nearly fight to death,

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Disappear broke every law of physic and spawned death.

Ur coffin is set, so choose the options of torture or death

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

The certainty of death is gradually increasing,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

Like shadows in the valley of death

I can taste the salt from my tears

Meaning fuses tears when guns become the soldiers,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth