This is a song about "Don t diss my squad"

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

My squad is who i get it wit

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

He probably studies all my lines while he's writin a diss

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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