This is a song about "I m a new zealand soldier who hold the wait of the would on my shoulder"

These daysit's an all out rat raceand look at meee just caught another cat case

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

Or had a new set of beliefs, what would the difference be?

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

But the motor died, i'm a soldier who never dies

The shoulder, for you to cry on

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Wait, hold up teacher lookin' over my shoulder/

But i press on like a soldier, not god's, but my feat

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Hold up wait a minute watch out for the fuzz

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent