This is a song about "Group"

They had a hell of a run

Yea its my group its my legion

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

You left your nigga on his own

East with biggie and group home

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

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Arise through the group you came from

Shit, we don't believe none of them