This is a song about "Chilling with my homies"

Metronome, chilling with better whores

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

And i need you to show me love

I'm chilling with jesus

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I love a barbecue with my homies, you trip i'll let it slide,

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

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

Homies my only certainty

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

And if someone sayin that to my homies we hit em with right hooks

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof