This is a song about "Group"

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Come get some, you little bum

Arise through the group you came from

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Sarthak this fight over ur whack group they get slaughtered

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

I'm offended that i'm in group e

And niggas flashing crazy

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

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

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas