This is a song about "The army"

But, it's my own kind doin' all the killin' herei can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

'cause i'm a monsta no one can stop me, not even the army.

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

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags