This is a song about "And hanging out with the homies repping northside"

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Hanging with the wrong morons in this world i was thrown on.

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

Repping that west with knock out

I must go like fly route

Couple white boys out repping for the east

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

Hypochondriac, hanging out at the laundromat

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back