This is a song about "Snakes in my squad"

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

Just like the terror squad when you hear my songs you lean back/

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

My so called mates all turned to snakes

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

The squad on lock no key

Summertime in the city

Snakes all around in the game guess im kill these serpents,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

They all snakes in the grass

Little light in the ass

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

And i be talking about me, i do this