This is a song about "Team magma"

Gotta believe in my self you cant need a team

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

You a pussy boy, you and your team

Im so good i need no tag team

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

100 percent on everything and on my team

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

Thought, im underground and hot call me the magma

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen