This is a song about "Hit squad"

My squad is who i get it wit

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

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

Back up on my fly shit

Understand how i planned to hit

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

So odd, your entire squad, stood by in awe.

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

We hit ya soul like a vietnam hit

She never ready to go so she forever come

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen