This is a song about "Choad posse"

But your whole fuckin posse tryna be us

I'm a magician so please focus

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Now you better fuckin leave before my posse snap

Drop you and posse, just for a hobby

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

, whats up choad?, i owed but now im in my mode, wrong road to tow

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

You gotta posse where's the army, no officer i have no more drugs that's

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

And my posse they are with me so don't cry you shit g

Never will you survive if you ever rhyme for a poser

From a kid rock, insane clown posse concert in mid oc-tober

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key