This is a song about "Vux squad"

The squad on lock no key

And niggas flashing crazy

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

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

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

Used to call me the african don dada

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

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Want the title but im always fighting under card

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

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

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

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