This is a song about "Army men"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

They'll never become better men

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men