This is a song about "Fire squad"

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Going broke, no sir

What's with all this fire,

The squad on lock no key

But am i less holy

And that i spent the night with her

Because my soul spit like fire

Saying they this and that

My squad is who i get it wit

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Baby, you know who you are

'cause i'm spittin' hot fire,