This is a song about "Group"

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Kcb, up and coming rap group

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Me and my microphone could be one

Yea its my group its my legion

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

Arise through the group you came from

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

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,