This is a song about "Group"

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

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner

Flyer then the rest of them

Arise through the group you came from

Look it something they can't ever see

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

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

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

I'm a son of a gun

Yea its my group its my legion