This is a song about "Otb squad"

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

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

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

845 brick squad on the track/

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

One night love: i'mma need that

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

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

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks