This is a song about "Group"

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

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Bitch, they call it motor city

Sniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Had a group of friends stuck by my side,

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

Taking out such a pivotal group

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

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

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair