This is a song about "Clique"

By the cool clique, can't even be a school snitch but when finds a girl to talk with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

I’m way harder than the concrete

Talk shit about the clique,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

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

Got tired of running from the police

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rep my clique endlessly