This is a song about "Squad shit"

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

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

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

I put some cash in ya pocket

My squad is who i get it wit

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

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

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

Busy raising babies and living on tour