This is a song about "Wrestling the army sex"

Of the sex organs, you better checks smalls den cause unless

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

And destroy the army. so bad, pacifists would enjoy to tar me.

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

And malcolm sex is shitting on the crap

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

To be feeling walls and no don't do wrestling

At the salvation army tryin to salvage an outfit

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground

Leaning off the actavis, passing blunts round and round

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

The only battles them niggas fightin' is at salvation army,