This is a song about "Group"

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

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

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

Now we livin’ much better, nigga, pay whatever

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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I'm offended that i'm in group e

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Sarthak this fight over ur whack group they get slaughtered

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Arise through the group you came from