This is a song about "Undead soldiers"

Y'all niggas fuck with pebbles; i flip big boulders

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

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

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Spawned, unsolved, soldiers he's masking/

And getting money is the song i sing

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

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

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though