This is a song about "Argue arms army"

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Tire marks, tire marks

Scars up and down my arms

You haters put up your guards

I'll break your bones in both arms

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

With blood running fast down my arms

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Round and around, army of scary clowns,