This is a song about "Army of drunk monkies"

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

I think that i must be drunk

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

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

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!