This is a song about "Army of drunk monkies"

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

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

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Together all the timethought it was true love

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

If you could only help me out of this jungle bear, i will give you 4 bannanas of the monkies here,

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

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

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