This is a song about "Yam squad"

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Try to press my button whole squad come in a dozen

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

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

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

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Just like the terror squad when you hear my songs you lean back/

My squad is who i get it wit

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd

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

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

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through