This is a song about "My squad be fresh"

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

My flow fresh, yours needs pine sol

I'm in my other car

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

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

Im so fresh with my lines you can call me glade.

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Just like the terror squad when you hear my songs you lean back/

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

My swag's fresh as toothpaste, burning eyes like it's mace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave