This is a song about "Dead homies"

Homies could get they dividends

We can never be friends

Good love then i can do that for her

My homies was just against my nature.

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Homies that i don't yet know,

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Call all my closes homies dr though