This is a song about "Army of drunk monkies"

Every time i get drunk i'm never drunk enough

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Cutting me this worthless check

Slurring my words mom knows i'm drunk

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different