This is a song about "Army war brother fight dead guns"

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

Must be something you want me to see

World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet

And while i’m in your mother

I'll get in your brother,

But that's what he liked her

To my own fucking brother

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Your only in fight with your damn war