This is a song about "Army"

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

- you've got an army that'll fight for you but still i come

Kickin' in the door, and i'm everybody problem

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance