This is a song about "British army"

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

I'm on the british south east coast mate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

I'm on the british south east coast mate

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Shortly after, my dad joined the army