This is a song about "Team lead"

Me and my whole damn team,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

As: i know just what you mean

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Fact mj got cut from his ball team

My sim card's the bomb

Try not to lead her on

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Im so good i need no tag team

Work 9-5 and strive nobly to lead

And please never disrespect my set

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

You thought there was another that i lead.