This is a song about "Whole fucking team"

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Me and my whole damn team,

Vc can't tell me nothin bout this team,

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

This whole place is nothing but a big fucking jungle,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

That's why i make my raps deep like the whole fucking atlantic ocean!

Screwing emcees with ma flow or fucking the whole earth's crust

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Got a whole team of guns only gotta pair of hands

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

100 percent on everything and on my team

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine