This is a song about "Free the homie"

Magic city a lil bit of change

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Just like the homie biggie said

Give us this day, our daily bread

I swear the free masons

She likes the way it hits her lips

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

Oh wait, its just the homie mumbles

Blood on the cross set me free

Do you think i'm crazy

It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist

Got home and see the police told my homie was killed.