This is a song about "Army cadets"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

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

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

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

No more getting chased by space cadets.

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs