This is a song about "Rap on front lines n killing soldiers at the war"

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

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

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Meaning fuses tears when guns become the soldiers,

That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters

Welcome to hell's plot, the war on drugs prevail not

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Rap's a war on the street - daffy daily turned me an amputee

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

You're still at the front of the line? dude, get on to the rear