This is a song about "Fuck the army"

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Before he had a girlfriend what the fuck

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

And i'mma keep ya fresh

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free