This is a song about "Ma squad"

Pockets probably like fried food

The squad with us, no troop

The squad on lock no key

All i want is you baby

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

Choppas out now-now open wide like a freak squad.

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

See me stepping through with ma limp and ma cane

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

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

My squad is who i get it wit

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

So odd, your entire squad, stood by in awe.

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha