This is a song about "Gun squad"

Just give me a carrot gun

But somehow it made them listen

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Your best lines are a rubber band gun

And last but not least please don't tell no one

The squad with us, no troop

Pockets probably like fried food

After that moscato hit

My squad is who i get it wit

Dream of a king's been a nightmare for anyone

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

You talkin bout toting that gun

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

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five