This is a song about "Soviets on the battlefield"

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

That's word to my mom

Screw up the cup, i'm on

Its cold as shit in this booth

Saw the bombs on the news

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

"hurry up, the cams on,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Have a mindset of a king, turn everything into a battlefield

We was high school peers, in junior high

On my ride on the bills baby i

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Life is battlefield, but i be killing veteran/

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

To the point of leaving battlefield barren like repeated droughts