This is a song about "Desiccated to my homies"

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Yo to all my homies in rappad, peace out there!

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

And all my homies locked down and they waitin' to get released

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Homies my only certainty

Homies don't flow like they used to

I really love my miami crew

Talked to my homies bout ya like you were my wife

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice