This is a song about "Madu squad"

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

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

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

To liberate yourselves, africa

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

The squad on lock no key

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule