This is a song about "Chillin with the homies"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Mobbing with the homies and family

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

5 star meals all the homies break bread with me

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

A big fuck you to the narcs/ chillin with the ese's , smokin doddie and

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Chillin' at the cottage, drinks by the pool

Told my mama in '03 i ain’t going back to school