This is a song about "Everyday with my homies"

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

On the couch with my homies, watching comedy central with a cold soda

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

And if someone sayin that to my homies we hit em with right hooks

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

And everyday that passes it seems i'm lying in a sea of sorrow with my

Hit it til your make up missing

Thats my everyday living.