This is a song about "Team work"

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Gotta believe in my self you cant need a team

Vc can't tell me nothin bout this team,

As: i know just what you mean

I'm why baby fathers kirk

You'll never be late for work

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

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Like playing a match without the captain of the team

Don't work a twosome team, all they'd do is loosen seams

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

Only if you come to chi and if you join my team,

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen