This is a song about "Army man"

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

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

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

Man you gotta do something man

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

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

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.