This is a song about "Bring our army home"

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Then lost my faith again

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Bring it home and sell it on ebay and check out my cash stack

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast