This is a song about "Group soup"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

East with biggie and group home

Baby im in the zone

Youve got everything backwards, you dip your soup inside your crackers,

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

See, wages is minimum

Arise through the group you came from

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

There's probably a whole group of other names

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

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

Slurping my nuts like semen soup for sluts,

The day has come, dipset remains the ones