This is a song about "Army s"

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Attention is a must

My g"s have been handcuffed,

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy