This is a song about "Squeaky"

Niggas, y'all think my songs that i write are squeaky clean,

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

That one day in the future they wont be squeaky no more

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,

No squeaky clean scenes of ghetto violence is,

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Walking on these squeaky floorboards