This is a song about "Big homies"

3 homies chilling making classics

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

All homies that smoke tree nigga they soaring

Ironically it subs like a hero

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

Homies could get they dividends

I like rollin' with friends

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Or knowing that my homies got my back