This is a song about "The raider team"

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

The game was programmed by scribblers makes a whole team look bad

Gillys on the fucking twerk team

Show ‘em how much they really mean

So the cops can see, swat the team, properly

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Meet the team, we all lions, from town who found bryant

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Lookin for the crew no tellin where the team at

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Get on the real team, that's underground and hardly seen

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Wit my team, we step up on the scene

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Like playing a match without the captain of the team

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen