This is a song about "Group"

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

Sarthak this fight over ur whack group they get slaughtered

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

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

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,

Yea its my group its my legion

Catch you up on places i've been

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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