This is a song about "Coolin wit da niggas"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

I'm coolin with my homeys, they know how it is

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

I respect my niggas, they were there all da time.

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I feelin like the ?bob?, when he was on da fone wit jimmy.

And its just me and niggas wanna smoke wit me?

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Somebody ring the church bells for da man wit no ring on

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom