This is a song about "Squad comes first"

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Do you just rhyme the first thing that comes to your mind?/

The squad on lock no key

Bait baby, wait baby

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Whichever comes first, for better or worse

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

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

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

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through