This is a song about "Street soldiers"

My words move like soldiers, my hidden legions/

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight

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

I just think i need one night, slightly more if it's done right

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Including fox hill and 27th street

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

And so the soldiers, gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets