This is a song about "My squd"

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Grab my knife and my gun

I pop one, you pop one

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Than the muse of a family

I've got nothin' to worry about

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

I need a backyard full court size

See my pain through my eyes,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument