This is a song about "Soviets on the battlefield"

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Jodi reads while michael and i play on line battlefield dude.

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

' alright, already, the show goes on

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

You, you, you have to pay for that

The dopest on the planet

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle