This is a song about "Toy soldiers"

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

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

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Cause you're a toy, a fixture, even gandhi will hold it

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

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Why you gotta toy with my emotions, girl?

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

But now its bottles at them tables, bring the models boy

Off to the rising convoy of toy-hogging actin all coy

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

Dont play around with me, i aint no toy

My words move like soldiers, my hidden legions/

Look this the joint that could get me the spins