This is a song about "Gdn squad"

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Together all the timethought it was true love

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

845 brick squad on the track/

In the house, holla back