This is a song about "People in the army"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Three in the air for the people who struggle

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

Petrol clouds lurked over several crowds of people in the chilly breeze

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

'cause i'm a monsta no one can stop me, not even the army.

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

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

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

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