This is a song about "The banter squad"

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

My squad is who i get it wit

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

You don't mean that, you faggot

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

He thinks everything is banter, he can't see it's just slander,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

845 brick squad on the track/

My four-four's givin payback