This is a song about "Big homies"

Mobbing with the homies and family

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Homies could get they dividends

I like rollin' with friends

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

3 homies chilling making classics

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

I bet you hear that white music

Or knowing that my homies got my back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack