This is a song about "With the squad"

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

I leave this and hope god see my heart is pure

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

Pockets probably like fried food

The squad with us, no troop

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

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

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

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,