This is a song about "Troll squad"

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

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

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

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

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

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

The squad with us, no troop

So i banged for a minute

10th grade, eyes red as shit

My squad is who i get it wit

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

The troll thought clown, that seers emcees in rotisserie