This is a song about "Friends in the army"

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Friends that stab in the back instead of slapping n' smack

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

I'm a fucking rap god, niggas going wear me being crucified on the cross and

So i did, he influenced me, his friends comin over and rhyming in the basement,

In 7th grade the devil and me were best friends he intends to destroy your trends

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Bought a brand new car for my after party