This is a song about "War soldiers"

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

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

My words move like soldiers, my hidden legions/

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Spawned, unsolved, soldiers he's masking/

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Some old bitch that we did before

Get up man, it's time for war

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

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

Im seated by the floor

It's like my life is a war,

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets