This is a song about "My army boyfriend"

So i ain't giving a fuck

Now go get your boyfriend chuck

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,

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

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

It all started with my mom's ex boyfriend tim