This is a song about "Squad life"

My squad is who i get it wit

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Fuck fame, fuck money

The squad on lock no key

I write about your part in my life life life

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

We the squad, freshgang , out that c-town mob

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

Try to jack and i will attack

845 brick squad on the track/