This is a song about "Group"

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

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Arise through the group you came from

To a group of people with the power to bestow

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Had a group of friends stuck by my side,

Pockets probably like fried food

Taking out such a pivotal group

Sensationally i bust rhymes better than a all-round group cypher

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