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

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

I keep it rolling with my homies like a (freaking) wheel

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

Went back to the crib with all the homies closed the door

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

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

Yo to all my homies in rappad, peace out there!

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

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

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

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