This is a song about "My sqaud"

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My own unknown is my enemy,

Just to go to liv on a sunday