This is a song about "Otb squad"

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

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

Or did i sprout a new arm, cat squad causing all this harm,

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Is written in our souls, africa

So odd, your entire squad, stood by in awe.

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

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

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Oops, i'm so sorry

The squad on lock no key

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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