This is a song about "Getting cooked with my homies on the streets"

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

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

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

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

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

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Government changed my life to the streets

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

So i took me and my homies and went on some reconnaissance/