This is a song about "Yam squad"

A squad of ignorant losers chilling at a park,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

Sounding like i'm coked out, squad get blowjobs from high scores its a blowout

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

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

This is why her nigga mad

845 brick squad on the track/

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes