This is a song about "Soldiers"

I sigh, in my heart, a million soldiers just died.

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Niggas drop like the soldiers for the oil barrels,

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

But this soldiers lost his mind he's ahead of his time cuz all this shit

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

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

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Toy soldiers playin' chess games, got us in check mate,

My words move like soldiers, my hidden legions/

I never fit in with them light skins