This is a song about "Group"

Insubordinate for good reason

Yea its my group its my legion

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner

I dare a group to try and take me on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

To a group of people with the power to bestow

There's probably a whole group of other names

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames