This is a song about "My squad cbe the realist"

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

You don't mean that, you faggot

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

Now momma told me be careful who you love

The squad with us, no troop

I must go like fly route

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink