This is a song about "Army grind"

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Tryna throw me off this grind

This is to my unborn child

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

Though it takes time to build a body and a mind

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

You on my mind

Some fucking weed to grind