This is a song about "Dead homies"

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Homies don't flow like they used to

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

Homies lost their cool-funky flow

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

Spending money when your wallet gets low

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

We both had dreams of being great

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Homies my only certainty