This is a song about "Clique"

But one day they'd be reppin in our clique

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

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

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Rep my clique endlessly

What them tippers don't see

Plus i'm down with a sick tight clique precisely picked

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Talk shit about the clique,

I'm about to dip/ this clique is too fake , just hate/

Let em marinate, you forever late

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

The 2 man clique at the top, soon to drop

If he does my soul to keep

And kill yourself and your clique