This is a song about "Only me and my squad"

Overdose on my capacity, that's only fact to me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

Inability to notice the smile of death, your only cue and my only tell,

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

My name solo cause i'm the one and only

And she ain't bout get no ring, jim kelly homey

Empties out my soul cause, that's the only truth for me

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

All you did was try to eradicate my sight making me see only black and white/

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside