This is a song about "Commander of army"

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

'cause i'm a monsta no one can stop me, not even the army.

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

- you've got an army that'll fight for you but still i come