This is a song about "Group"

Yea its my group its my legion

Me and my microphone could be one

Lets get fucked up to the bone

East with biggie and group home

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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Sarthak this fight over ur whack group they get slaughtered

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Cuz yal fucking with a group who just don’t care.

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

There's probably a whole group of other names

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

And the whole of group c can suck my d

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

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