This is a song about "3 homies chilling making classics"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Droppin' classics, sinnin' like catholics, burn ya ashes,

These were three greatest emcees to bless a mic with classics

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I do it for the classics

It's moe, all i need is more chips

H2o flow and i don't hold gate

Chilling out in the shade

They forgot the classics

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I give her vicoden relief you just an aspirin pill

Who only care about chilling with a blunt and making a mil/

I like rollin' with friends

Homies could get they dividends