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

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

'no mas' but squads will come and shoot your pet

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

And will shoot out my demonic side for you alliterate apes,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

My lines will have you flabbergasted

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Stress will make your blood boil, lock you up you see.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

I will shoot you in the head

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

And now help my guests find their seats before i shoot you with canons