This is a song about "Group"

Sarthak this fight over ur whack group they get slaughtered

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

There's probably a whole group of other names

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

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

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Tight nit group of thugs, dedicated to the cause of pain.

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot