This is a song about "My sqauad"

Grab my knife and my gun

And you can tell everyone

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

And modify your opinion

My words are my rhythm

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Making a movie, spike work

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

But five years from now i bet she see

These my rhymes and my story