This is a song about "Gun squad"

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Escaping from my fucken gun

Mic crazytyga man, i'm part asian

845 brick squad on the track/

Top dropped down, black on black

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

The squad on lock no key

I be gettin' money

They'll have to rename this one

I went to get the gun

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

I must go like fly route

The squad with us, no troop