This is a song about "Team speak"

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

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

Then saddle up and just speak

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Of making it to t.v. with my niggas as a team

Im so good i need no tag team

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

No longer with us; he's deceased

My team eat everyday a feast

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

100 percent on everything and on my team

Why not me the same thing

Check the stats, my team winning