This is a song about "Swiss army knife"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Hey 'mac... "a swiss cheese is a gunner, i'll show why..."

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

To the top of district army hospitals for doctor visits,

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

He slings rocks, stashes his knife

Right flows down and they might go nice

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

"get on your knees bitch please i'll make you into swiss cheese"

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase