This is a song about "Army of drunk monkies"

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

And this money handsome, ain't that a panty anthem

Just the drunk ramblings of a worthless reefer addict

Ill as a blood born pathogen to the killed

My criteria ain't even that serious

Friday with some ace of spades side ways drunk in love

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

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

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all