This is a song about "Squeak"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Squeak your hooters bitch, and keep your day job

Big bullets, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked

You hear me spit flame and all you do is squeak, you rodent/

Sheeit i make a bitches titties squeak,

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//