This is a song about "Soldiers and battle"

So get it right ok you ballin and i'm with the owners

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Man our soldiers ain't white, they all black and latino,

And now it’s not just a feud, they wanna win the battle,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

We freestyle battle opponents and make em break like pots of clay

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

And so the soldiers, gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

And how to battle me politely

I just want somebody i can see

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

Forget the idiot killing and battle with me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And that battle only.