This is a song about "Toy soldiers"

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

We gotta put up with the shit life gives, carry on like soldiers/

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

My words move like soldiers, my hidden legions/

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Just a misfit toy pull my cord and hear "howdy"

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

That's why a little more bring a whole lot of toasters

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

She got back with her old boy

Go play with your sex toy

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets