This is a song about "Fam not squad"

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

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

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

I'm constantly providing for my fam and i'm earning checks,

I must go like fly route

The squad with us, no troop

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Emily, fam, and lorenzo

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

Back when shelby had that timberwood, off the fam good

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book