This is a song about "Group"

Little latasha sho' grown

East with biggie and group home

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

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

Sarthak this fight over ur whack group they get slaughtered

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

So i banged for a minute

Inspiration throughout the group

No doubt like gwen stefani's group

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Became the greatest group ever, never will remain the same,

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

To a group of people with the power to bestow

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow