This is a song about "Hood army"

But now your under a hood

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Chop you up with my lyrics you fear it, i'm army strong

They say i'm wrong and i'm heartless, but all along

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Call the crib, same number same hood

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

We was loonie i suppose, you could

If theres a time that in the hood

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

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