This is a song about "Squeaker squad"

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

845 brick squad on the track/

There's crack, there's crack

I can only imagine, uncle bob

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

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock