This is a song about "Salvation army"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

We must look more at salvation, inspiration, and variation,

Tamer from his trainer days, mistake salvation for another maze/

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Two thousand and one years after the king came new salvation gave risen the grave