This is a song about "Riot squad"

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

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

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

It's all good, finna dog that

845 brick squad on the track/

And daddy's in the cadillac

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

I don't know what's on your mind,but we must make a riot

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Choppas out now-now open wide like a freak squad.

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

The squad with us, no troop

I must go like fly route