This is a song about "Falling soldiers"

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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I can see the sun falling

Spawned, unsolved, soldiers he's masking/

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

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

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Shit i'm now free falling

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Milatary behind us two million soldiers strong

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

The roc to allido, they all believe me though