This is a song about "Group"

I'm offended that i'm in group e

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Sarthak this fight over ur whack group they get slaughtered

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

I dare a group to try and take me on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Taking out such a pivotal group

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Critics take hip-hop and rap music and group it together,