This is a song about "The army"

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Chop you up with my lyrics you fear it, i'm army strong

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

I got the right to be cocky

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's