This is a song about "Being in the gang with your homies chopping mandem up"

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Of being trapped with no way out are common in the ghetto,

I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

5 star meals all the homies break bread with me

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

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

Then come up with punchlines,stop being hyper

Look at wale and say you nothing but a biter

Gettin' highwhite boys done wrecked their shittryin to check my ride

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

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

Mobbing with the homies and family

And now that i’m getting money