This is a song about "Army"

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

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

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

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

This is how i'd evade parade when i was doing army drills,

Chop you up with my lyrics you fear it, i'm army strong

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,