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

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

My skills are elevating, chill but devastating, burning with the fire that hell is blazing

These young niggas come outta nowhere taking out the heart of that shit, know what i'm saying

But seemingly believe it though

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

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

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation