This is a song about "Hit squad"

I must go like fly route

The squad with us, no troop

Look inside my closet

My squad is who i get it wit

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

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

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

845 brick squad on the track/

Try to jack and i will attack

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

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys