This is a song about "Bring our army home"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

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

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army