This is a song about "Army grind"

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

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

Hustle and grind, hustle and grind for this money stack

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Tryna throw me off this grind

I got a lot on my mind

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

People forgettin about hard work and that grind

Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit