This is a song about "The clique"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent

And my clique make that dinero, so it's time to meet the fuckers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Conquering you and your lame clique with ease

Ima let her be by herself in peace

We came.. way too far pretty baby

History, like yo clique will be

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

But one day they'd be reppin in our clique

Man you can't join my clique if you can't attract the chicks

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits