This is a song about "I got team killed by a faggot"

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Got a whole team of guns only gotta pair of hands

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets

You claim your mean and got a savage team but

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

I got a dolla and a dream, real fuckas on my team

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

I got two dead bodies, parents both were killed.

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Expanding minds, spitting by my lonely cause my team well it died. but yet i rise