This is a song about "Bad homies"

They all need attention, they call me a g though

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

This one right here for polo

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

And now your best friend's having kids

3 homies chilling making classics

Flow to my heart, hit the flo' when im dying

Bullets flying, fake homies lying