This is a song about "The squad"

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

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

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

So odd, your entire squad, stood by in awe.

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Just like the terror squad when you hear my songs you lean back/

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through