This is a song about "Cant hang wit us"

Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around

Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

When i come threw with a new glock with new sight play tag wit us

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Your friends wit snitches and that gives us suspicion bout you in business.

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

You cant touch us you just want to be us an see us

I've got muslims calling on jesus

They have no problem playin tag wit us

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

Me n my team you just cant stop us,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

My homie always down to hang,

Hang here cuz people's previously sold rocks?

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops