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

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

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

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

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

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

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

At the war, i set blitzkrieg and your under a deep sleep

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at