This is a song about "Squeaker squad"

Took my heart away from money

The squad on lock no key

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

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

They infiltrate our homes, africa

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

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

My squad is who i get it wit

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

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