This is a song about "On that squad shit"

Every line,that i ever spit,and have to re shit on that shit,

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

On some mafia shit but i ain't fucking with that gang life

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Sick of the spitting on riches and bitches and that shit

I’ll forever be on that lavish shit, comin thru straight ravaging,

Why you lil niggas still swinging? got virgin tight flows yall still swinging

Turn up that music

On that shaq shit, buick,

My four-four's givin payback

845 brick squad on the track/

Women who are told that they are on some "bitch shit",

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

And fif’ here to lick on that coca-cola shit

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that