This is a song about "Army and war"

And i'll come back when the war begins to release sins

By the water, au revoir to my audience

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

The final war of the whack and sick

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Been through every war zone, and collected every medal,

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

War and slaughter, blood is gold, from dust to ashes/

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

And if this is a battle i already know i won the war

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house