This is a song about "Dissing my homies"

This is for my homies in the pen, man i rhyme tight,

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Start dissing, just listen to my vision, not here for money,

Been riding with my homies since day one

There are times when you'll need someone

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

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

You trying real hard to appeal to someone

Ignoring my dissing keeping outta beef 'n

Where they find me, 16 on death row

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