This is a song about "Group"

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Tight nit group of thugs, dedicated to the cause of pain.

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Yea its my group its my legion

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

Yea its my group its my legion

Year round asshole, the fuck you season

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Had a group of friends stuck by my side,

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

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather