This is a song about "Army of drunk monkies"

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

But which one of em is not drunk enough for me to call

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

A start of a new form of saga, drunk even before i touched my vodka

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest