This is a song about "Call from the homie in my crew"

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Your whole crew freezing in the atlantic

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Myself and my crew til the very end

But i know i see better days

From the words you hurled in my face

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My homie lu, he says i rhyme in a rhythm

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

We call each other homie g,

I’m tryna be low key