This is a song about "Group"

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

No doubt like gwen stefani's group

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

To a group of people with the power to bestow