This is a song about "A crew"

After school me and a crew cruise

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Do me a favor and come with your crew

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

The round ricochets into your crew and pulls a columbine

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

And grab me and the crew a few slabs of beers

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Ill take on your whole crew with just a glass shard

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Killin ya crew is like grenading fish in a bucket/

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit