This is a song about "My sqaud"

My streaks my testament.

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Unify them, mob through, take over and

See my pain through my eyes,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

My own unknown is my enemy,

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint