This is a song about "Clique"

And trying to get with me for props inside of my clique,

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Don't attempt to contradict my clique, yeah we may be ignorant

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Man you can't join my clique if you can't attract the chicks

But one day they'd be reppin in our clique

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

I am the realest rapper out and imma be rollin with my clique