This is a song about "My clique"

Vijay singh and all of them

My words are my rhythm

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Talk shit about the clique,

Nightmare on any street

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

These my rhymes and my story

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

I'm screamin' out fuck the police

That is my wish, my fantasy.

On they twitter writing novels, see

After lebron, i'm what's next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets