This is a song about "Fucking with squad"

Fucking u with ma middle finger

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Fucking your thoughts with a sperm filled tentacle

They play musical chairs once i'm on that pedestal

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Tell truth you aint fucking with her

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And now the present got you struggling

And blast you with his fucking

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

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The squad on lock no key