This is a song about "Russians army"

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

I sound like a whole fuckin band, cuz im using my mic for slayin against the army of dike.

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

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.