This is a song about "Fuad squad"

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

By any means, if ya like it or not

To become a couple of half pig cops, part of the rcmp squad

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Just like the terror squad when you hear my songs you lean back/

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

845 brick squad on the track/

There's crack, there's crack

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

The squad with us, no troop