This is a song about "Soviets on the battlefield"

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

' alright, already, the show goes on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Pay dues like a hair salon

Burning up,turn the fan on/

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

"hurry up, the cams on,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

When you took my hand up so calm

Screw up the cup, i'm on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on