This is a song about "Street soldiers"

Wen i walk down ya street

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

I sigh, in my heart, a million soldiers just died.

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

Milatary behind us two million soldiers strong

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Leave you severed across the street

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words