This is a song about "Grandpa dyed in the army"

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

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

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

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

You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

Televised everywhere i dyed and remember