This is a song about "The us army"

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

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

The record labels would end up signing us/

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

Wood chain with a jesus

It happens to the best of us

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

It’s the hard knock life, for us,

It's what the bud has shone us,

By a brotha who was hopeless

It’s the hard knock life, for us,

Hoping that nobody don't notice

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit