This is a song about "Squad"

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

The squad with us, no troop

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

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

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

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

Or did i sprout a new arm, cat squad causing all this harm,

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

The squad on lock no key

I’m a hustla, baby

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars