This is a song about "My sqaud"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

This is my original, my validation

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised