This is a song about "Squad power"

Now tell me where's your true power

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

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

She pray to god every night hoping that he'll mature

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

So odd, your entire squad, stood by in awe.

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

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

845 brick squad on the track/

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

To become a couple of half pig cops, part of the rcmp squad

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

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