This is a song about "Hood army"

Better than your bitch would

I don't live in the hood

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

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

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

If theres a time that in the hood

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

My nigga, no hook

From hollywood to the hood

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Round and around, army of scary clowns,