This is a song about "The army"

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

Tell the fucking teacher that this burlap sack is filled

You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

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

The bigger the the fun

Fuck it, i'm done

See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killedlittle girl don't cry, cuz even though they died

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

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

- you've got an army that'll fight for you but still i come