This is a song about "Army of drunk monkies"

And i love your brain but i think i'll never know enough

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

Every time i get drunk i'm never drunk enough

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Just the drunk ramblings of a worthless reefer addict

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this