This is a song about "Big homies"

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

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

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Homies lost their cool-funky flow