This is a song about "Fucking my homies"

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Call all my closes homies dr though

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Talked to my homies bout ya like you were my wife

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

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

Now me and my homies got the keys to the nation

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win