This is a song about "Group"

Yea its my group its my legion

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

Became the greatest group ever, never will remain the same,

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

East with biggie and group home

Arise through the group you came from

Killa you already know harlem