This is a song about "The army"

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I am a one man army,already making him look sorry,hurting him so harshly

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Where would i be without my dogs

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

My friend lost his leg,army are dead