This is a song about "Army boots"

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

So guess god, help me get heehaaa, staddle up, but my boots

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

He's knocking boots, never coulda dreamed they would prosecute,

Now the server boots up when it gets a smack

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

He's knocking boots, never coulda dreamed they would prosecute,

I don't want you to have my permit yet

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

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