This is a song about "Group"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

Arise through the group you came from

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Sarthak this fight over ur whack group they get slaughtered

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

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

To a group of people with the power to bestow

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

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

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her