This is a song about "American army"

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

And american music shows.