This is a song about "Put my squad on my back like im wearing me"

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

And put the pieces back together my way

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

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

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

Put your girl on my body like i wore her

When i put my tongue on automatic im the first in the draft pick

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

That i have to respond wearing my suit on

You can see that my city found me then put me on stages

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

And put the pieces back together my way