This is a song about "Troll squad"

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

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

The squad on lock no key

Cause all i want is you, baby

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

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I beat the wisdom tree troll, let chiller pass but action 52 just sucked ass

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

By any means, if ya like it or not

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

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