This is a song about "Otb squad"

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

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

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

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

The squad with us, no troop

I must go like fly route

845 brick squad on the track/

I don't want it on my back