This is a song about "Elite squad"

See i let my nigga split that

My squad is who i get it wit

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

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

While the elite laugh talk and gloat.

You pay your favorite stripper car note

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

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

No car key and i mean that

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

845 brick squad on the track/

Wonder if they take it all back

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless