This is a song about "We are soldiers"

We be in the party like we own that bar

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

Got shows on top of shows

No, no, we are not those

Come get some, you little bum

We are bred by consumerism

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are

What else we are soppused to

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

We goin' hard, we're goin' far, that's who we are