This is a song about "Bad homies"

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

But homies,are you ready fight to win?

Homies could get they dividends

I think you and your friends

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

And that i spent the night with her

My homies was just against my nature.

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

Ironically it subs like a hero

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