This is a song about "Army of drunk monkies"

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

- you've got an army that'll fight for you but still i come

These other rap niggas should never be a problem

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

I think that i must be drunk

This how i hear it different