This is a song about "A army"

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

High heel wearer, hell of a body

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

A store that dosen't get a

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army