This is a song about "Street soldiers"

Last of a dying breed

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Toy soldiers playin' chess games, got us in check mate,

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

I don't know defeat

While i’m walking down the street

Man our soldiers ain't white, they all black and latino,

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

Thats why soldiers salute

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

So get it right ok you ballin and i'm with the owners

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

The revolution will proceed

Wen i walk down ya street

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch