This is a song about "Soviets on the battlefield"

Screw up the cup, i'm on

New message from mom

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Im on, im on tha way

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

That it's over, you'll go through wars at a battlefield

These joints here not found at the mall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Life is battlefield, but i be killing veteran/

In search of my direction, my genre is certain

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Saw the bombs on the news

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

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