This is a song about "Group"

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

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

I dare a group to try and take me on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

There's probably a whole group of other names

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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