This is a song about "Friends in the army"

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

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

No other way to describe the punks who got no aspirations other than getting drunk

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

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip