This is a song about "Dropped from the team"

Not thinkin bout the boy that you dropped off in hell.

It's that crack, give you something to sell

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

And its so sad to see your own mother dropped you from your family.

Come see real niggas on my team

The dream team is nothing but a dream

Cut me off every time im talking

My team supreme the name will always ring,

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Like playing a match without the captain of the team

A team from out of queens with the american dream

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

People don't condone what they've never seen

She can't get enough of the hustle dream team