This is a song about "My squad will shoot you up"

I'll pick up your bill then shoot you dead and the tangueros will tip their hats

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

She'll shoot at you with vocabulary

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

I would never ignore you ‘cause i'm forever loyal

Then for efficiency we shoot up ya funeral

My lines will have you flabbergasted

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

I shoot to kill, will i miss? no dice, you got no chance, you're dead on sight. on sight.

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night