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

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda

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

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

If you know like i know, you should lie low

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

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

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

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

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

My dream is to chill with all of the stars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

And you cute, shorty; let's get low