This is a song about "The yid squad"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

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

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

The squad on lock no key

All i want is you baby

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

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

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

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

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

Or did i sprout a new arm, cat squad causing all this harm,

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm