This is a song about "Old soldiers"

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

So get it right ok you ballin and i'm with the owners

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Thats why soldiers salute

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

These wack bitches getting old

Spawned, unsolved, soldiers he's masking/

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

My words move like soldiers, my hidden legions/

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I sigh, in my heart, a million soldiers just died.

Reach for the door, get your access denied

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets