This is a song about "Army s"

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

It´s the battle of life

Take her back to where i live

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red