This is a song about "Army"

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

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I am a one man army,already making him look sorry,hurting him so harshly

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

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks