This is a song about "Hit squad"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

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

Babe you know it gets no better than this

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

We the squad, freshgang , out that c-town mob

Just like the terror squad when you hear my songs you lean back/

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

To them it's just a story

The squad on lock no key

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,