This is a song about "My army"

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

This is how i'd evade parade when i was doing army drills,

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

My friend lost his leg,army are dead