This is a song about "Group"

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

But rather than singing non praise the dude

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

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

There's probably a whole group of other names

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Pockets probably like fried food

Taking out such a pivotal group

Take some real advice and form a group with vanilla ice

As your family dies, and my family rise

Kcb, up and coming rap group

I must go like fly route