This is a song about "My whole squad"

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Its grinding time my whole team knows well,

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

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

I feel the whole thing pulling my soul straight outta my anatomy

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Its putting a whole weight on my shoulders

Me and my whole damn team,

I got a dollar and a dream