This is a song about "Army of drunk monkies"

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

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

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love