This is a song about "Me and my squad"

Because me and my dudes..

And my weed man should just sell flutes

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

To feel whole and complete, me and me that's my company

Only me and my crew

Thank god i found you

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

845 brick squad on the track/

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Me and my whole damn team,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

My mom and pops didn't want me