This is a song about "Squad"

845 brick squad on the track/

My four-four's givin payback

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

To liberate yourself, africa

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

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

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

And bring wiz khalifa cause the green look pure