This is a song about "Bandana squad"

Mac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's off, i make you snap and slap your bandana off

What if i confess my love and mess up the only chance i have..what if i don't and just toss/

Ban on bandana, go bananas on the other hand

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

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

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice