This is a song about "Ghetto squad"

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

I pipe in and one night her

Than a ghetto blaster

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

Than the muse of a family

The squad on lock no key

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

She said she’s from the ghetto

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

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

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu