This is a song about "Army"

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

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

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

This is oh so much like getting votes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,