This is a song about "Soviets on the battlefield"

New message from mom

Screw up the cup, i'm on

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

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Saw the bombs on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

That's word to my mom

Light the way, lead us on

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Grenade showers spit across the battlefield

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

On my ride on the bills baby i

Now concentrate until you get the juice

You cant grab on whats on the news