This is a song about "My clique"

Don't attempt to contradict my clique, yeah we may be ignorant

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Only real niggas stay on top

The 2 man clique at the top, soon to drop

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Talk shit about the clique,

Swear i will murk any beat

And trying to get with me for props inside of my clique,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

She going to borrow some money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

These my rhymes and my story

Who trill as me, roll two of tree