This is a song about "Loudest"

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

Harder to escape the jail cells and bills

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

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

And it is the loudest.

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

Hypnotized the masses behind versace glasses

And still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

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