This is a song about "Our group"

Sensationally i bust rhymes better than a all-round group cypher

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Group of white boys came out, their pockets rich in cash

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Cuz yal fucking with a group who just don’t care.

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

The future for our youth's group is damned, the roots,

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

At school with no group, marginalized out to be a loner

Yea its my group its my legion

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

We're trained in a new cage and booth, a hated group,