This is a song about "My squad to trill"

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

They gotta point em out baby

The squad on lock no key

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Im just an average white kid, nah i aint (freaking) trill

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

Keep it trill for the hoes

Jay rock got flows

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

My squad is who i get it wit

I keep it trill like mister hudson.

Make them more insecure when they caught one