This is a song about "A army"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Look it something they can't ever see

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Mommy found out i’m paying everybody bills

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

'cause i'm a monsta no one can stop me, not even the army.