This is a song about "Chillin with the homie"

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

To the homie wit no discretion

With temple in you mind its big homie canvaz teaching you the blessings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Chillin with presidents name barack

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

How it all started was with my homie with dominance

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

Stuck in the matrix im chillin' with god and satan

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king