This is a song about "Undead army"

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

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

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

I'm undead, undeniable, unable to save

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

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

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.

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

My friend lost his leg,army are dead