This is a song about "King squad"

845 brick squad on the track/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

The time is waiting

I'm feelin like a king,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

The squad with us, no troop

Pockets probably like fried food

And it smells like burger king.

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Here comes the next rap king

Fuck it, im leaving

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

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