This is a song about "My squad be fresh"

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

I skateboard with my hoard to buy a fresh extension cord

Fresh off my musical debut

Love is gonna get you

I said im fly to death, buried fresh, j's all in my casket

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

And he gotta fresh twist cause he cool with my bitch

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed