This is a song about "Galaxy squad"

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

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

Trying to get his life together, or what not

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

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

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

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

My squad is who i get it wit