This is a song about "Army soldiers"

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

And calliope is the right of passage for our soldiers,

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

I just want somebody i can see

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'mma live and die in cali

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army