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

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Livin' life like a soldier on the front lines.

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Started at the bottom, soon ill be at the front, you shouldnt be askin' why

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Rap pad where i take the lines from the open box

I'm trying to modern drake, that means killing niggas at the gates

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Past the next world war because i'll be on vacation

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

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

Could you speak up and stop mu-mumbling, i don't think you came in clear