This is a song about "Wit my team"

These joints here not found at the mall

My team running and we can't fall!

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

Check the stats, my team winning

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team.

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Gettin gwop with my team, don't fuck with my scheme

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

My team eat everyday a feast

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

My team a run trains on you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Shows to do, got record to sell

Its grinding time my whole team knows well,

My squad is who i get it wit

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit