This is a song about "Group chats"

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

The future for our youth's group is damned, the roots,

Those flashing lights come from everywhere

Cuz yal fucking with a group who just don’t care.

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

There's probably a whole group of other names

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,

Cause i'm a baller all y'all niggas do is block the hoop

Had a group of friends stuck by my side,

She might be goin' home with me tonight

Banging out niggas with attitude

Taking out such a pivotal group

Tight nit group of thugs, dedicated to the cause of pain.

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain