This is a song about "Chillin with the homies"

Chillin with presidents name barack

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

You'll see rhino as a prudent student of rap / i'll defuse the illusion of facts

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

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Mobbing with the homies and family

He ain't give a fuck about you

We just chillin with crew

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store