This is a song about "Soldier and love"

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Two chains, two guns, he bipolar

Dope as shit and he knows it, a soldier, they're so proud,

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

A soldier, and i stay under you fightin'

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I guess i aint a soldier

I'm breathing for a purpose

Who cares about hearts and love

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I think it's fucked up how, us rappers and athletes can make more money than a soldier at war