This is a song about "Squad life"

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

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

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

Life, i just want to see my wife again. so, life, life, life

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies