This is a song about "Squad"

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Sounding like i'm coked out, squad get blowjobs from high scores its a blowout

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

The squad on lock no key

To them it's just a story

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Pockets probably like fried food

The squad with us, no troop