This is a song about "Army of love"

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

I started praying for the hope and the change of love

Niggas talk with limited service

Yeah i wrote sweet lyrics of our love

Making love to a professor of divinity

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Love of his craft is why he's driven

Got hu women frostburg women

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,