This is a song about "Big homies"

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

Let's say we have a long night and a fast morning

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

3 homies chilling making classics

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Homies my only certainty

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts