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

I will shoot you in the head

And please never disrespect my set

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Shoot up, smoke, do what you need to to clog your veins

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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