This is a song about "Chill in the back woods with my homies"

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

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

Been riding with my homies since day one

Im born in the bay so these fish need to chill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

With my niggas in the back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Or knowing that my homies got my back

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

I left the fucking place and sat in my car and took a chill pill

In the woods outside on the dirt

Red bottoms with the spike work