This is a song about "Being a true homie"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Freestyle turn you to a homie. call me strange but not loving

Never wrong at any level

But homie i'm not a rental

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Or was i just a desolate being

I'm a killa it's true

No one like you

Homie he is rapping like a compu device

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Let's pretend he made a wish that actually came true

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Joseph called me a faggot but it aint true