This is a song about "For my m11 squad and for my nigga m11 diablo"

My nigga pac, be ready for whatever

Picture a place that they exist, together

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

Regardless to all them, i appease her

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

On the stand i'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

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