This is a song about "Chillin with the crew"

Love is gonna get you

We just chillin with crew

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me

Come with ya gas you’ll leave with a dead crew,

I call em up, they might fall through

Chillin with presidents name barack

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Fuck with with me i'll get my whole crew,

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

Spitting your beats with your so called crew

Don't fuck around and make it true