This is a song about "Big homies"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

Preaching to the choir though

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Big tits and a big ass

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Homies my only certainty

A military mind mean money

Homies could get they dividends

I like rollin' with friends