This is a song about "Seven nation army"

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Nine eleven seven seven seven eleven in heaven

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

About to sweep the nation

You're uncool like my mother kin

Take this back to seventeen seventy seven

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Nine eleven seven seven eleven people in heaven

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

This obsession for rap started when i was seven

You wanna harm me, you better bring a army,

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

So come and join my nation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win