This is a song about "Chilling with my homies"

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Or knowing that my homies got my back

Fuck with my homies we'll fuck all you guys up

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Metronome, chilling with better whores

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

And i need you to show me love

I'm chilling with jesus