This is a song about "Bmxin with homies"

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

Chilling with his homies high instead of caring for his kid,

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda

To pete. ganja to marijuana. causing psychodrama when i end the

And if someone sayin that to my homies we hit em with right hooks

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Abroad flying and bar buying from broad writing

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Third ward general, young cash money

Homies my only certainty