This is a song about "Winter soldier"

I guess i aint a soldier

Just need my eyes lower

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

But i can't carry it i'm weak i ain't a soldier

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

Think you've had it bad fuck off mate am a soldier

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Never have you heard of a lyrical soldier

I made a promise to the mirror

His skins white as winter, be a singer,

Her nose is whiter than russia in the winter time

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine