This is a song about "Dont mess with ghost squad"

Don't mess with j-dot or you'll get sent up to glory

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Im that littel insaine kid with a chainsaw, that you dont wanna mess with

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

You mess with me and get quickly corrected

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Wanna mess with me, you betta think thrice.

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

And anto don't mess with me oh wait you got that

..bitch ima clean freak i dont mess around,

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

Sometimes impressed with what is careless in a big mess

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

The squad with us, no troop

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop