This is a song about "Team cola"

Without a team, no excellence

So here i am at the store for some chips

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

All exams deemed finish so i'll go see my team,

Steered me like a slight stream, first move like the white team

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Vc can't tell me nothin bout this team,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team.

I got a dollar and a dream

Dream of everyone in my team.