This is a song about "Bring your fucking crew"

And i find that sad that your part of a crew

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

, what can i do with your mountain dew or even your fucken crew

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I still got my nike boots

Bring your whole goons of dudes

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Shocked a crew fell to hell fast for the fire i bring

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Then your crew whats up with the world today

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Put you to rest and go for the rest of your crew

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

The round ricochets into your crew and pulls a columbine

Manic, your inferior rhymes bring static/

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big