This is a song about "Group"

Cuz yal fucking with a group who just don’t care.

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

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

To a group of people with the power to bestow

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Yea its my group its my legion

And i am one of one