This is a song about "Getting high with the squad"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

School was a bummer; all the teachers act with high notoriety

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

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Getting in sync with the universe see the truth it hurts

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Getting high infront of the, po-lice, higher then i was before, see?

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

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

The squad on lock no key

Took my heart away from money

The squad with us, no troop

Pockets probably like fried food