This is a song about "The banter squad"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

But still to not get punked on the block i just stay to squad,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

To become a couple of half pig cops, part of the rcmp squad

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

We the squad, freshgang , out that c-town mob

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

My squad is who i get it wit

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,