This is a song about "Stackin bands with the squad"

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

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

We getting money, you can face the facts

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Babe you know it gets no better than this