This is a song about "Skrilla squad"

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

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

Stay down for the 219 like e-4o'z down for the skrilla,now listen as i spit the mind

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I must go like fly route

The squad with us, no troop

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

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