This is a song about "Your hore wanna fuck the team"

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

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

She can't get enough of the hustle dream team

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Why the fuck it so cold, fuck it i dont wanna budge

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

And there's little to be glad for

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

I know your man ain't lovin you right

And gave the dream team just every night

Just to smash then pass her to the team

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Sky high, iced out paradise

Fuck the "story of your life"

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

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine