This is a song about "Falling soldiers"

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

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

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

Milatary behind us two million soldiers strong

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Every time i try to succeed i'm falling

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

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

But he was to busy falling

Why not me the same thing