This is a song about "High squad shit"

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Choppas out now-now open wide like a freak squad.

And normally, i'd try to end this fucked shit on a high.

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Razor grips, laser spit

My squad is who i get it wit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

High off life and vicodin writing shit and reciting it,

She going to borrow some money

The squad on lock no key

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

I'll feed you enough shit to give a scatological high

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try