This is a song about "Soldier in afghanistan"

Regardless to all them, i appease her

So i use my pen like a soldier

Never have you heard of a lyrical soldier

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Got one, got two, three, four girls

I'm just a soldier following orders

Bitch i'm from the motor, motor

Been through war i am a soldier/

Ghettos and kids that roam the globe, patrol like a soldier known,

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

She was your soldier here on earth , you know down in the rubble.

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

But the motor died, i'm a soldier who never dies

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price