This is a song about "Underwater squad"

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

Only real niggas stay on top

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

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

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

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

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

Used to call me the african don dada

As your family dies, and my family rise

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

And hold his fuckin face underwater, hold him under til he sees ur daughter,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"