This is a song about "Group"

Two reflections into one

Yea its my group its my legion

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Sarthak this fight over ur whack group they get slaughtered

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

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

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

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

But five years from now i bet she see

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer

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

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Joining choir group singing fucking lullaby.