This is a song about "My whole squad"

I'm stuck with that

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

My whole family's hating what i'm becoming

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Its grinding time my whole team knows well,

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

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

I do this for my whole team

Bitches pursue me like a dream

And first off, i ain't trying to be conscious

As my whole soul stole the halls to my lungs

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was