This is a song about "Fucking with squad"

Fucking your thoughts with a sperm filled tentacle

I don't care if the heat i throw is unbearable

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

When i'm fucking with these whores

I'm back with the mother-fucking mic.

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

As i seenobody cares about my history

So fuck with him well, you're fucking with me

The squad with us, no troop

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

And blast you with his fucking

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

I punch the fucking vixen with perfect repetition

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin