This is a song about "Imessage group chat"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Inspiration throughout the group

My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

All my niggas get together to gather loot

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,

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

Icon or bennetti, it's just yacht chat

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,

Something wicked this way come

Yea its my group its my legion

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see