This is a song about "Fuck the army"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

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

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Upstate he take showers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

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

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