This is a song about "Fuad squad"

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

Babe you know it gets no better than this

We the squad, freshgang , out that c-town mob

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Razor grips, laser spit

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous