This is a song about "Group of people"

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

Inhabit the minds of people

This is the root of all evil

The myth of a system alienating its people

Cover the building in green my nigga: fred segal

Questions enter the minds of people

So all that other shit you on dead, burial

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Entity of eternal freedom were black people strode

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Got some ass on her, it will be a trio, group of three

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Different kind of people in this world/

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money