This is a song about "War soldiers"

Always felt like a six day war

You ain't gotta hit the club no more

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

My words move like soldiers, my hidden legions/

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Trying to maintain in this war

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

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Come and get us you prepare for war,

The shit that i spit is more

Meaning fuses tears when guns become the soldiers,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

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