This is a song about "Undead army"

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Cus i run these streets like a one man army

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

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

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

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Must be something you want me to see

Shortly after, my dad joined the army

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Round and around, army of scary clowns,