This is a song about "Ttyb squad"

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

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

The squad on lock no key

I’m a hustla, baby

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

To become a couple of half pig cops, part of the rcmp squad

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

Leave your whole squad of corny vocalists hopeless

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks