This is a song about "Army cadets"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

No more getting chased by space cadets.

I can taste the salt from my tears

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

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

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

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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