This is a song about "Squad fight"

You ain't gon find that

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

Now move back over here to the right

I didnt see anything except fight

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

845 brick squad on the track/

My four-four's givin payback

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

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god