This is a song about "Deen squad"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

I'm hella mean, i'm paula deen,

Bet i'm heavy with that

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

845 brick squad on the track/

Yeah, the sex in the sack

But am i less holy

The squad on lock no key

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Choppas out now-now open wide like a freak squad.

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

Just like the terror squad when you hear my songs you lean back/

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack