This is a song about "Galaxy squad"

You just want jewelry and all them fuckin shopping sprees

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

My squad is who i get it wit

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

Defiant to this red giant, i'm not dying, flying out of this galaxy

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

Sounding like i'm coked out, squad get blowjobs from high scores its a blowout

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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