This is a song about "Army men"

'cause i'm a monsta no one can stop me, not even the army.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Call of duty mode with these verses, lot of kills

Hoes row got beans in them

Makes me sleep and blown by men.

Rotten bodies piled up, goners or followers men

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect