This is a song about "Bmxin with homies"

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

I love a barbecue with my homies, you trip i'll let it slide,

On they car note to go to the club

Fuck with my homies we'll fuck all you guys up

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

That's why they kick with homies, what? back in new york,

Gamble with homies breaking more ankles than just his

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches