This is a song about "Bad squad"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Just like the terror squad when you hear my songs you lean back/

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Sounding like i'm coked out, squad get blowjobs from high scores its a blowout

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

To become a couple of half pig cops, part of the rcmp squad

To liberate yourself, africa

So odd, your entire squad, stood by in awe.