This is a song about "Lamb squad"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

You slaughtered the lamb of god, for your work you get no raise!

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

Toss your daughter in the water like a lamb to the slaughter,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

The squad with us, no troop

So i banged for a minute

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

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job