This is a song about "Soldiers and war"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I'm on a playground, and i'm looking just to start a war.

Call me atlas, i'm ruthless and looking for war

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

War between poorness and richness

It’s official, she my misses

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

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

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more

Come and get us you prepare for war,

I got something you've been waiting for

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,