This is a song about "War soldiers"

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

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

We got fourty thousand soldiers now marching down yous streets

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

I must go like fly route

Thats why soldiers salute

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

The holy war, the spiritual troops

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Toy soldiers playin' chess games, got us in check mate,

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid