This is a song about "My city weed money squad trap"

I would say fuck my city

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

My squad is who i get it wit

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

I'm stuck with that

Get caught in my mouse trap

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

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

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap