This is a song about "A crew"

You and your crew lookin' sweeter than a mandarin

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Bringing a crew would be good but, yall cant handle my fleet

Chain, and not two, unlike that fat guy without a brain but a birthday crew.

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

It's me and my crew up there, but maybe a couple others,

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

After school me and a crew cruise

Niggas die over shoes

But fuck a fake friend, you best believe it'll be me and my crew

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Say you're with a crew i will commence with genocide

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight