This is a song about "Undead 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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

My friend lost his leg,army are dead

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

But in this darkness gathers an army of artists,

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

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