This is a song about "Salvation army"

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

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Searching for salvation, in a place called my mind/

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee