This is a song about "Da homies"

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Eating all da fudge like da fat kid in school

You say fuck da world and say you gonna change da structure

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Niggas die over shoes

You messin wit da truth,

Look how the buzz will grow

Homies that i don't yet know,

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Homies lost their cool-funky flow