This is a song about "Squad clap"

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

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,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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,

I don't pack gats and clap shit

You can feel it via spirit

The squad with us, no troop

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

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

We all here, from the dealers to the kids