This is a song about "Can t hang with the homies"

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Wrap his throat with knotted rope and hang him from the balcony

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Shit that makes the homies say, 'yo bro, you can really spit!"

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

I do this for the homies that are not with you

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I'm the nigga with the homies that be sellin' drugs

Ships that sail to distant places

Come hang with the greatness.

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Remember jack? theirs a reason i only hang with the dogs, not the cats/