This is a song about "Commander of army"

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

I keep a broad beside me while i skate coast

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

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

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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