This is a song about "Fuck with the squad"

Fucking teachers, what the fuck is wrong with y'all

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

The squad with us, no troop

And fuck the opposition i'm filled with optimism

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

So come and fuck with lucifer, 'cuz i'm the devil of rap,

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Fuck it bouta hit em' with the third degree