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

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

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

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

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

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

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

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short