This is a song about "Group"

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

There's probably a whole group of other names

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

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

Arise through the group you came from

500 at the villa ain't no problem

Kcb, up and coming rap group

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

And the whole of group c can suck my d