This is a song about "Rich squad"

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

845 brick squad on the track/

My four-four's givin payback

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

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Nas told me life's a bitch

Well, you better be rich

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

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

I live in england where them bitches rich,

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch